[Obi-Wan slumps in very late in the evening, looking, ever so vaguely, like hell warmed over. Not injured, just mussed, rumpled, and thoroughly exhausted. He is holding his journal, his finger tucked between pages as if to hold his place.]
"I've been catching up. It seems I've missed a significant occasion."
[Action]
"I've been catching up. It seems I've missed a significant occasion."
[He smiles, though it's a weary smile.]
"Happy Birthday, Luke."