Office #18, Sunday

"That was all for today," Sheila said. "See you next week." Kaidan reached over and ended the call himself, then got up and opened up the door to his office. It was now exactly 0900, and he assumed that was roughly the kind of time he could start to expect parents knocking on his door--

His omni-tool beeped. Call waiting.

He frowned. Was Sheila trying to phone him back for something? He thought they'd had all of this settled. He swiped his hand over the tool and...

Came face to face with his own parents.

"We wanted to call you yesterday to wish you a happy birthday," his mother said, "But the Alliance had some trouble patching us through. So--"

Kaidan really hoped that whatever parents walked in today did not do so while his mother was singing Happy Birthday to him.

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33 Apocalypse Ave, Sunday Evening

It had been Kaidan's birthday yesterday, and Joker was getting his pick-up later tonight to head back to whatever Alliance base he had been grounded in.

It was probably time to do something vaguely social that didn't involve sitting outside at picnic tables looking awkward (Kaidan's specialty) or snarking and looking vaguely belligerent (Joker's specialty). So Kaidan had decided to settle for something everyone in the house could appreciate.

In other words, he'd thrown a bunch of beers in the fridge, and now he was sitting on the couch drinking one, with another one ready on the table and some terrible movie Ash and Shepard would have loved playing with the sound down on the television.

Yep.

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