Happy birthday Stanley and Stanford Pines!
They were lost out at sea. Not something you plan to do, you can plan for it. By God did Stan and Ford plan for getting lost at sea. But what they didn't plan for was getting lost on their way back to Oregon. The older twins had been looking forward to the massive birthday party they knew their niece had been planning for them, eating delicous cake and opening over price gifts. Unfortunately, the earliest time Ford could estimate for their arrival was halfway through July. It was difficult to break the news to Mabel and the overly planning Dipper. Thankfully, modern technology allowed the Pines to celebrate the older twin's birthday together and plan another party when they arrived in Gravity falls.
That was that afternoon. Now it was past sunset, both brothers had retired for the night and were enjoying some quiet leisure time in the cabin of their ship. Stan sat in bed, flicking through different videos on his phone, looking for something to watch. It wasn't until Stanford had called him to their kitchenette that the old man was broken from his scrolling loop.
"Whatcha want Sixer?" Stan asked, scratching himself as he entered the kitchenettte.
"Well, knowing that today was meant to be our birthday party, I thought i might make a small celebration for us." Stanford said sheepishly.
"We already spent 3 hours on the phone with the kids. We celebrated enough." Stan waved his hand.
"Yes, but as you and I are very well aware, we haven' had the chance to celebrate our own birthday together for several years. With that in mind I spend some time on the phone with Dipper and Mabel in order to make this." Stanford lifted up a small birthday cake, covered in frosting with a cracked candle standing on top. "It would have been larger, however I had to restart a few times due to some…Mixed instructions."
"Wow Sixer, i-I don't know what to say." Stan said, a crooked smile spreading across his lips.
"Well try it before you say anything" Ford pushed his brother into a chair.
Picking up a fork, Stan took a quick bite of the cake. It was dry, Stanford was very out of practice with baking. Stan let the sweet taste of the cake spread over hsi tongue before he swallowed.
"Red velvet?" Stan asked.
"It was your favourite." Ford grinned.
"I haven't had one of these in years." Stan said in a small voice.
"I can imagine." Stanford said, reaching forward with his own fork to take a bite.
"You definitely need some practice." Stan teased.
"I'll make sure to schedule baking classes the next time I plan to disappear for 30 years." Ford rolled his eyes.
"Glad we agree on something." Stan chuckled.
"Truly the greatest birthday gift we could give one another." Ford smirked.
"Happy birthday Ford."
"Happy Birthday Stan."