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[sosghosts]

[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

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Neutron Diner

[drspengler]

[He's left Venkman sitting there a little longer than he said he would and when he finally enters the diner and comes over to sit with Venkman it's hard to tell if he feels badly or not.]

Sorry I'm late. Lab accident. [And he leaves it at that.]

[sosghosts]

[Nothing he's not used to, okay. He figures Egon is only in this for the idea of cake being served.]

It didn't involve power tools and your cranium, did it?

[drspengler]

[Smirk.]

Not this time. You're just hoping to prove me wrong someday, aren't you?

[sosghosts]

I'm just hoping you don't kill yourself in the process.

[drspengler]

[Only has to glance briefly at the menu to decide what he wants.]

If I ever do kill myself I'll be donating my body to science. That way I'll continue to be useful even after death. I've got it all worked out.

[sosghosts]

[He can't help but chuckle to himself.]

Has the thought ever occurred to you that you might be more useful alive?

[drspengler]

Peter. You do care.

[Teasing smirk.]

[sosghosts]

[He rolled his eyes. He ignored Egon's smirk out of spite and waved for the waitress to signal they were ready to order.]

[drspengler]

[He orders an appropriately greasy burger and chocolate malt shake from the waitress and waits for Peter to order.]

I feel obligated to ask the obvious question... it could be out of masochistic curiosity. If you could have anything for your birthday, what would it be?

[sosghosts]

[He orders his own burger, but with a soda instead.]

Here? [He pauses, messing with his silverware.] Would it be cheesy to say a way home?

[He shrugged, back home he didn't even have any real need for any elaborate gift. He smiled a bit before speaking.]

In general? Maybe to be a couple years younger, I don't know.

[drspengler]

Who knows? With the way things work around here, we could possibly arrange that for you.

[Again with the creepy I-have-a-crazy-scary-idea-for-an-experiment face, one eyebrow raised.]

[sosghosts]

[He sees that face. He knows that face. Oh God what has he done.]

Let's not.

[drspengler]

[Disappointment.] Ray would have jumped at the opportunity.

[Guilt trip, guilt trip.]

[sosghosts]

Yeah yeah... [He sighs.]

What does something like that even entail?

[drspengler]

Peter, if I knew the answer to that I'd be filthy rich.

... [Waits for the piqued interest.] One thing at a time.

[sosghosts]

[He tried not to look too interested all at once, but Egon should be able to read him well enough, his eyes shot right back up to Egon as the word "rich" was spoken.]

I'm just not so eager to be a guinea pig.