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"Happy birthday to me.

Or something."

Or something?

But... you should always celebrate gaining another year of wisdom, without being -- er -- foolish enough to die...!

Are you celebrating, or no?

"You sound about as excited as I do when my birthday rolls around."

Giving him a once over, Chuck frowns.

"Sorta just lucky enough to have made it to this birthday."

No celebration for you, then?

"Do I look like I'm celebrating?"

Not particularly, but you could have had some thing planned for later. Well, until, your last comment anyway.

"Yeah, well, I never was super big on the birthday thing."

"M'not big on birthday celebrations. Had too much going on."

"And now?"

"Just don't see the appeal, I guess."

"Well, it's hard to blame you. They tend to get arbitrary."

"It's just another day. I went from 21 to 22. It's not huge deal."

Except for almost dying at the beginning of the year and all.

Of course he is.

"Not huge, but tell me someone at least got you you a beer or something?"

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"Indeed, and that is reason to celebrate!" Very low-key, Matthew Johnson is...

"Me neither. Never really understood why it's such a huge deal."

"Not yet." He'd barely even gotten to see anyone, busy on getting stuff done. His dad had probably just assumed that he didn't want to celebrate it.

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"Want to fix that?" Because she has some time to kill, and even if he's claiming not to mind, she has a feeling he might benefit.

"M'not big on celebrations." At least, when it was his birthday they were talking about.

"You're alive, I guess. People wanna celebrate it."

"As long as it's the decent stuff and not the piss-water everyone claims is beer." Because he's an Aussie, dammit and he's picky about what kinda beer he drinks.

She cracks a faint smile. "When you put it that way, should be celebrating every single day."

"Some people probably do."

"Give me a brand, and I should be able to manage." Because she's not going to guess and get it wrong.

"Think if I ever met people that did, I'd grow annoyed pretty quickly. So you have any plans for your birthday or just gonna let it roll on by?"

"Any Aussie beer that isn't VB." Because he had taste.

"Alright, then I'll be back with something that fits the bill." She goes to look for beer.

Chuck offers a smile that is actually genuine, dimples and all.

In a bit she's back with a beer in each hand. "How did I manage?"

"Coulda been a lot worse." He takes one with a nod of thanks, opening it and clinking it against hers.

"Chuck Hansen." Which he supposes she should know; Jaeger pilots had been famous and Chuck had been the best.

"I'll take that as high praise," she retorts with her answering clink.

She didn't make the assumption on appearance alone, but the name cements her hunch. She deals with it simply by nodding and offering her own name, "Elenore Evans."

"Nice to meet you." There's a moment where he takes a deep swallow.

"Thanks."

"You, too." Okay, so it's not bad. Not that Nore is super picky when it comes to beer.

"You're welcome, and I don't have to drink alone."

Chuck actually drinks the beer slowly, for no other reason but that there isn't a rush, something he's still getting used to after years of always being ready for a Kaiju attack.

"Do that often?"

"Didn't plan anything myself. Probably just spend it with my dog."

She shakes her head taking another sip before she answers. "Not really. I don't particularly enjoy it so I don't do it."

"I feel almost obligated to by you a drink or something." She knows who he is, has since before she began speaking to him. And honestly, she'd feel shitty if she didn't buy the Ranger a beer or something for his birthday.

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