He's so out of place here, she can tell. Surrounded by screaming children, balloons, and brightly colored streamers he stands stiff and uncomfortable. She can't hide her smile as he tugs his hat down lower, covering the pointed ears she finds so intriguing, and makes her way over to him, wrapping one delicate arm under his own. His muscles relax at her touch, but his eyes still shine with his secretive discomfort. She traces one finger along his forearm, suppresses a giggle, and whispers, "It's just a birthday party, Sarek."