*flickered a vaguely amused expression at Ecthelion's mention of his (very, very, very far-off) impending fortieth, but says not a word—and probably won't say a word, unless asked a direct question* *somehow, can't bring himself to gab with things like did you know? and I can't remember lurking in the background*
*joins into the scattered applause when you blow out the candles, glancing upward* *dryly* Here's hoping the fire suppression systems aren't hair-trigger. I don't think I could take any more irony today.