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[Action- 752 Partridge Drive ]

[It's Peter's birthday, and his creepy Drone-Wife has prepared him a cake. After coming home from work, she's placed a paper birthday hat on his head and invited him to the kitchen. He pauses momentarily to look at the hat in a nearby mirror and frowns at the red and blue balloons. He sighs heavily before following her into the kitchen to blow out the candles of the cake... which he will not eat in fear of it being poisoned. Maybe his Mayfield-assigned children are nearby to witness his embarrassment, or maybe they're more interested in the cake.]

[Action- Around Town ]

[Venkman leaves his house in a hurry, Egon promised to treat him to a meal at the diner and there is no way he's going to pass that up. Being in a rush, he completely forgot about the stupid party hat and is still wearing it. How embarrassing, someone should probably bring it to his attention.]


[Action- Neutron Diner ]

[By now, Peter has thankfully noticed he was still wearing the hat, crumbled it up, and shoved it in a trash can. He enters the Diner, waving for a hostess to seat him. Egon should be there any minute.]

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Around town

[ooeeooahah]

[ Ilsa sees him with the hat. She actually wrestles with herself about telling him or not, but it's not like she hates him... and if it is his birthday, he needs to have someone who's aware to acknowledge it. ]

Nice hat. Your birthday?

[sosghosts.livejournal.com]

[His face twists a bit with confusion at the first comment, and then a bit of embarrassment when he realizes he's still wearing the thing. Venkman snatches it off of his head in one quick sweep, crumbling it into a ball in his fist.]

...yes. It is.

[ooeeooahah]

I hope it's a good one, at least as good as you can manage here.

[sosghosts.livejournal.com]

Thanks. The old lady made a cake, but I'm not sure if I trust her cooking.

[ooeeooahah]

[ Ilsa sighs, and shakes her head. This is one of Egon's friends, after all. ]

What sort of cake do you like, then?

[sosghosts.livejournal.com]

I'm not picky... [He raises an eyebrow.]

...Oh no, you don't have to do that.

[ooeeooahah]

And have you waste away without someone noticing? Not likely. I'll just ask Egon, then.

[ Yes, you're being adopted, Peter. ]

[sosghosts.livejournal.com]

[He peeks down at his own beer gut before replying.]

Something tells me I won't be wasting away any time soon.

Besides, Egon's meeting me for dinner. Any time he's involved it automatically involves cake of some sort.

[ooeeooahah]

That's good, I hope the two of you have a nice dinner.

[ Waves and heads on her way, with one parting shot. ]

If not, come by the house this weekend, I'll cook.

[sosghosts.livejournal.com]

Yea? [He nods to her wave, watching her as she walks off.]

I'll knock this time.