I wonder if it's residual paranoia or intuition that dragged me out of bed tonight, worried that the whole world might come crashing down?

I suppose it doesn't matter either way. Nothing of dire importance has happened yet.

I'm going to be celebrating my birthday in three days. Anyone who promises not to ask how old I am is invited. Our villa is being prepared for a lot of guests, and I've hired the local bakery to do some fantastic treats, as well as a nice cake.

It's been a long time since I've had a birthday, I want to make this one epic.

I am glad my child is not adverse to water. Coruscant was never this hot.

Bom bom bom

Oh my stars, this is too precious! I say everyone dance like the little guy, just to spite the Mondayness of today. You too gentlemen, work that hip popping motion! Don't think I won't magically compel you to, in the middle of a meeting or some other bad time...

Henry, would you like to come over to have dinner with Bruce and I? It's been a little while since we've had you over, and I'm dying to hear how your research is going.

I also made you a present, since I had a little bit of free time during Apollo's naps.

( To Scott, but visible to Emma as well )

Sleep is elusive. I could really do with a night without frequent bathroom runs, or horrible back aches. Telekinesis has become a necessity instead of a really cool toy.

How do women deal with this without powers? God, I'd go crazy without Bruce, even with them.

Scott? Professor?

What just happened?