March 28 - Happy Birthday

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She didn't know when his birthday was. He'd never told her, so when she got the email, it just sort of exploded into a flurry of needing to do things. Of needing to put something together, and that's why she did. That's why she messaged him, why she'd booked the holodeck, and why she'd done this. She was outside, waiting.

And, yeah, she was wringing her hands, until she heard him coming closer. Because she was nervous. Because, as he'd told her once, what seemed a lifetime ago, he loved birthdays.

And she, Caroline Forbes, was pretty much the world's biggest stickler for throwing good parties.

"Hey," she said, exhaling in sort of a rush, smiling brightly because she was glad to see him, but that also sort of meant she could stop working on it, she could just hope it all went off well.

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"Too long to keep track of," Klaus answers, "but rarely more than a few months at a time." Paris is great, but only in short bursts of enjoyment. The best way not to have it spoil.

"I was here a few years from now, though," he adds. "Can you swing-dance, love?"

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"Swing dance?" She laughed, leaning her head on his shoulder. "I.... Sort of? I don't know if it's authentic," she says with her mouth quirking into a smile. "Not exactly the sort of thing I'd peg you for, a swing dancer. Not quite enough seriousness involved." She's teasing him, trying to take it all in. "This is the first time I've explored this," she says softly. "Paris. I know it's not the same as for real, but-" She said it really softly, her temple just still against his arm. "You said you'd show me the world." And then she clears her throat, and walks beside him a little faster, a little less... Well. Whatever that had been.

"Did they still swing-dance in the fifties?" She honestly doesn't know - she saw Swing Kids, but that was in the 40s, and Caroline's not exactly super up on history.