A boy walks into the cryochamber. Well, a boy floats into the cryochamber; he's sitting cross-legged and cross-armed midair, an open book floating next to him but not currently being read. He looks identical to the boy already in the chamber except his hair is platinum blond and he's not wearing the thick winter coat the other boy is.

Which is a mistake. The cryochamber is kept very cold and he starts shuddering as soon as he's inside. "You know they can't hear you, Zash."

"—Nai!" he says in delight, whirling around and bounding towards his twin to tackle hug him.

Nai weathers this indignity with only a mild floating wiggle but now he has Zash bodily attached to him. "And there are thousands of them." [you can't possibly be greeting all of them every morning]

[not all of them but I greet a few of them per morning and then a few others the next morning and so on! I'll get through all of them in another year!]

[you are a ridiculous person, Zash] He's filled with fondness for his twin, though. His ridiculous twin.

"Why are you here?" Nai looks cold.

[of course I'm cold, it's freezing in here.]

[Rem wanted to see us]

[both of us? why?]

[don't know but she told me to come get you for a surprise]

[ooh, a surprise!]

[does it even count if we know there's a surprise?]

[we don't know what it is so it does!]

[whatever. let's get out of here before I freeze to death]

"Happy birthday!" says Rem with a huge grin as they walk into the room she told Nai they should come to. There's a camera on a tripod pointing at an enormous birthday cake and some snacks on the table in the center plus two ridiculously pink paper cones with elastic bands attached to them. "Put them on, put them on!"

"What's this?" both twins say at the same time, one with delight...

...and the other with deep suspicion.

Rem nudges them to the other side of the table and puts the birthday hats on them then turns the camera on. "Today is the twins' first birthday! It's already been a year, huh? It really went by in a flash!"

"...you made food."

"It's for a special occasion!"

"Mm." He doesn't like to eat.

"I'll eat your portion if you don't want it."

"I'm not gonna force you to eat it. I am gonna force you to be recorded for posterity."

"Such a pain..."

"It's our birthday!" Zash telekinesises himself a piece of the cake to put it on a plate and get to eating. Then a penny drops. "Do we get one of these every year?" he asks with his mouth full.

"Of course! Every year!"