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Merlin knocked absently on the door to Conner's room, not sure what to expect. He couldn't have possibly gotten a party together that fast, could he? He hadn't thought his birthday was that big a deal, he'd only mentioned it cause -- well, he supposed it made him miss home, and he'd thought talking with the others would cheer him up. Apparently a birthday here was a bit more of a celebration then he was used to. All his mother could really afford was a little gift and a nice dinner. It would be nice to see Conner too, since he hadn't seen him since their meeting over hot chocolate. Next year, if they were still here, he would think about a party even if it did seem a little -- odd to have a party celebrating himself. That sounded like something Arthur or Morgana might get back home but not him.

"Conner?" He had gotten off work a little while ago and had a little blue nintendo DSi, and a game or two in a little bag that he'd just gotten himself. Maybe after they hung out he would go get some dinner...Possibly see if Lancelot wanted to go get something with him because they hadn't really spoken about what happened on Christmas, and Merlin hadn't stopped thinking about it.