Zaeed hadn’t celebrated his birthday in ages. He’d forgotten about it, in fact; it was just another day. Sure, he knew about his age, depending on the Earth year — but going from planet to planet, with differing year and day lengths, it was too much of a hassle to even think about celebrating. Not to mention, a mercenary had little time to do so.

So how the hell did this idiot know it?

For one, he didn’t know how they figured out the date of his birthday itself. That was the first surprise. The next was that they actually cared. And the third, that they had done something so stupid as to spend real credits to get him a gift. His ever-present scowl-like frown was angling the corners of his lips down. They had done something nice, and he couldn’t figure out why.