Jess was still holding her nose, which was reflected in her voice when she answered. “Don’t worry about it, buddy. We knew you were getting your results today, and we all wanted to support you. Sen just made sure to let us know it was going to be the ‘happy celebration’ sort of support, and not, well...the alternative.”

“No more worrying, no more stress, no more hospital visits. You’ve got plenty of time ahead of you, and that’s worth celebrating.” Senjen added, reaching into Light’s suit to pat his side. 

Jess cleared her throat, lifting up the cake to call attention to it. “Yeah, it’s wonderful, really, but can we hurry and get this thing out of my hands now? I’ll be honest, I can’t handle the smell a second longer. There’s fish in this thing.”

The group took a moment to file out of the cargo hold, further into the ship. Being a Tindrel ship, it had a low ceiling by the standards of many species. Jess could stand unobstructed, though Senjen often preferred to move on all-fours from one place to another. It did at least have plenty of floor space, so moving back to the habitation area, they could all gather comfortably around the circular table at the center. Neither Light nor Senjen had need of seating, but Jess visited enough that her favored crate was already in the room for her to pull up to the table and sit down. Senjen, on his part, simply curled up on the floor and leaned forward with his arms crossed onto the table.

“Okay, how are these things supposed to work? Are we supposed to burn candles?” Senjen asked. 

Jess shook her head. “That’s for birthdays. It’s just a cake; go ahead and have at it.” She answered, pushing it across the table towards Light.

Senjen was noticeably excitable, moving quickly from one thought to the next. “Ah, well, if you say so. Anyway, me and Light were thinking on the way over on how we were going to celebrate. Light was thinking either a hunt, or going for Sthrirad. I say we all go out somewhere.”