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Who: Bucky and Nerdanel
Where: The garden car
When: Late afternoon/early evening of Domino 15
Warnings: Talk of nightmares, PTSD, and possibly torture/mind control

Bucky isn't quite sure what he's looking for, but he knows it when he finds it in the form of a woman in the garden car. He approaches her cautiously, clearing his throat when he's just a few feet away. "Uh... excuse me," he says, mentally ticking off all the boxes.

Pointy ears? Check. Inhumanly beautiful with long hair? Check and check. Glowing? Surprisingly, check. He offers her an uncertain smile. "Would you happen to be an elf?" He can't believe he's actually doing this.

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He doesn't pretend to understand much of what she's said, though he understands the intent of her words, and her warmth leaves him smiling so widely that the corners of his eyes wrinkle with crow's feet. "It's pretty rare for people to get to be one hundred where I'm from," he agrees warmly. "My best friend and I are exceptions to the rule, but I don't think it's any less cause for celebration. It's been a long time since I've bothered to celebrate my birthday. It's about time I get back to it."

He was, slowly but surely, growing a family on this train, and it was filling a hole he hadn't even realized was there.

"Then we must celebrate it properly." She says firmly. "We can even call it your coming of age, and confuse everyone else!"

Bucky nods, letting out a quiet chuckle. "I'd like that," he replies, and slowly gets to his feet. "Thanks again, for the help sleeping. If there's ever anything you need..." assuming it was something he could actually provide, anyway.

"I will ask." She smiles at him.

"And you should tell me how Men celebrate your milestones! We usually have a party."

"Oh! I keep forgetting that everyone is from different places," he blushes, just a little. "We usually celebrate it with a cake, and putting a candle on it for every year the person has been alive -- that's not strictly followed, sometimes the number is in frosting, or made out of candles instead of using that many candles," especially for an age as high as one hundred. "So the birthday person sits in front of the cake after the candles are lit, and everyone else sings a specific song, and the birthday person blows out the candles. It's good luck if they can do it all in one breath," he explains. "There's sometimes a theme to the party, for younger children it's either pink or blue, depending on gender, and as you get older it's more likely to be related to the birthday person's interests."

She laughs softly.

"You are not the only one! I only knew of Arda, before coming here."

She nods. "Interesting! We have cake too, so that is clearly something that carried across. No candles, although as you say, having a hundred on a cake might be a little much!"

He grins at her, nodding his head a little. "Yeah, though Tony might just try to do it, just to make sure everyone knows I'm old as dirt," he agrees with a laugh. "I don't really have any hobbies or anything, to have it themed around."

"Well, we are a little limited on the train." She says thougtfully. "I think we can, however, manage a cake! Have you a favourite flavor?"

"The kitchen should be well-stocked enough for that," he agrees warmly. "Chocolate is my favorite, but any cake would be lovely."

"I think I can manage a chocolate cake." She smiles. "It would be good, to have a celebration."

Bucky dimples at her. "Sounds like a plan," he agrees warmly. "If you want help, let me know. I know it's weird to make my own cake, but cooking seems like a good way to pass time."

Oh! He has dimples. How sweet!

"Nonsense! I'll not see anyone make their own cake." She scolds with a laugh. "I will drag my husband into it - he might as well make himself useful."

Feanor's the better cook anyway - provided he is watched to make sure he doesn't get... creative.

He does, but they like to hide. He laughs warmly at her scolding, and grins. "You'll have to introduce me at the party so I can thank him properly," he replies brightly. "I suppose I'll leave you to planning, then."

"But of course! Although I suppose you might have met him already. Dark hair, slightly manic, overly interested in how everything works?"

Very handsome, but she figures that is not something that would be a useful defining trait.

He considers the description, but the only person he knows that meets it is Tony, so he shakes his head. "I don't think so, but I look forward to meeting him."

"If you know Tony, you'll meet him that way too." She smiles. "They are very good friends. But I will point you out!"

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