when lucretia erased her friends’ memories, taako lost more than a hundred years. she doesn’t realize it at first; as careful as she’d been in the process of sorting memories, it’s not an exact science. she really only finds out because she’s had to track taako down to do the paperwork he keeps putting off. the only way to get him to do the boring stuff (i.e. the forms he can’t do any bragging on) is to sit him down and just ask all the questions. it’s tiresome, but it’s nice to talk to him.
“last question. when’s your birthday?” she asks, adjusting her glasses.
taako shrugs. “dunno,” he says. “why?”
lucretia stops herself from rolling her eyes. “because the bureau wants to throw you a birthday party, taako. though it would be kind of a pain to go get three hundred candles up all the way up here… maybe avi can make a special trip.”
taako puts a scandalized hand on his chest. “three hundred? you wound me, madam! i am a jaunty one hundred and ninety at most!”
“at most?” she echoes, amused.
taako sits back. “i lost track at some point,” he says, almost defensively. “but there’s no way i’m older than that. three hundred, honestly.” he does not exhibit any restraint in his eye rolling. lucretia comes to the sudden, alarming thought that taako is not lying.
she never meant to do anything on this scale. his own birthday? a day all about taako? he would never forget it. not on his own, anyway. but with the erasure of hundreds of birthdays celebrated with lup? lucretia is surprised she didn’t think of it earlier.
taako squints at her. “you good, boss?”
“i’m perfectly well,” she says. “you should pick a day for your birthday party. i don’t want to get sued because we didn’t throw you one.”
“dope,” taako says. “uh. june 9th.”
it’s not even the right season. the twins were autumn babies. “why june?” she asks, distracted. “i thought for sure you’d pick april 20th.”
“oh ye of little faith,” taako says, getting up out of his chair and throwing his jacket over his shoulder. “it’s 6/9.”
“ah,” lucretia says. “of course.” taako turns and leaves. through the guilt, lucretia finds a sliver of relief: at least she didn’t change his sense of humor.