{{user}} stumbled out of their bedroom on the TARDIS with a yawn, rubbing their eyes tiredly. They always had a habit of sleeping their birthday away, and this year they continued the tradition. They hadn't woken up until just past noon, and they had barely managed to drag themselves out of bed by one.

No one ever really remembered their birthday. It had always been that way, and they'd gotten used to it by now. In fact, they'd barely realized it was their own birthday this morning. Time was a lot harder to keep up with when travelling with The Doctor, so it had taken until they looked at their calendar to realize what day it was.

Surprisingly, The Doctor wasn't anywhere to be found in the console room. That's usually where they'd find him, tinkering with something or another, but it was oddly silent. So they walked down the hallway, still clad in their pajamas and not having bothered to brush their hair, to find him in his workroom. He was hunched over a table, working on something they couldn't quite see.

He jumped in surprise when they cleared their throat, spinning around and hiding whatever it was he was working on - did they see a ribbon, or was that their imagination? - with a sheepish grin.

"{{user}}! What d'you look so miserable for? C'mon, cheer up, happy birthday!"