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Peter is sitting at a table, reading a book. It's his birthday today, but he hasn't really spread that fact around. Oops?

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Peter takes the book absently. "I... didn't think I did," He finalyl says. "And I'm still not sure." She loved him? She...

Oh.

Well, if Peter is being awkward, Threepio certainly doesn't know what to say in this situation. Artoo, however, seems to have picked up some of Val's habits, as he goes to the bar, and returns with a mug of tea, which he hands to Peter beeplessly.

"...thank you," Peter says, offering him a distracted smile.

Beeeep. It would seem that the little 'droid is telling him that he is welcome. But we will never know, as Threepio doesn't bother to translate. "You seem troubled, Master Wiggin." Understatement of the millenium, 'droid.

"I..." Peter blinks and focuses his eyes on Threepio. "She's just never said that to me," He finally clarifies. Odd how easy that comes out to a stranger.

"How could she not, Master Wiggin? She is your sister, after all. And even I would have to admit that girl does have a strange tendancy to love everyone."

"Everyone but me," Peter says quietly, "Or so it seemed." He can't... he needs to talk to her. Now. "Where is she?"

Artoo lets out a long string of beeps, which Threepio dutifully ignores for the sake of everyone's sanity. He finally butts in with "I don't know, Master. She prepared this message a week and a half ago. She is probably in her room with Master Luke."

"I see." And he can't go there. Damn. He'll just have to catch her later. "Thank you."

Artoo beeps again, perhaps a bit frustratedly. No one ever listens to him. If they did, life would certainly be different.

Threepio just bows. "You are welcome, Master Wiggin"

"Is he trying to say something?" Peter asks, indication Artoo.

"No, Master Wiggin. He is not saying anything of any importance." Only babbling on about something that Threepio certainly will not translate. That is -not- what one talks about in polite conversation.

"...alright," Peter says, eyeing Artoo suspiciously.

He should be suspicious. Because there is doom to come. But there shan't be doom tonight. This is not the night for it.

"He has a strange flutter, Master Wiggin. He babbles on about nothing many times. Ever since we were in the Rebellion, well, he has never quite worked properly."

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