Seabourne grabbed the popper but dashed into the room. Ten seconds of rummaging later, he re-emerged wearing a bright red party hat and offered a matching green one to Scotty.
"If we do this, we do it properly."
Seabourne handed over the hat and took the pillowcase off of Scotty's belt. Having long since lost most of its hardware in the ensuing racing through the ship, it hung limply with only a faint jingle of a pair of tenacious bolts in a corner. Seabourne looked around for a few seconds before dipping a finger in some of the goose viscera on the floor that was on the redder end of the spectrum and, more importantly, not smoldering its way through the deck plates. He traced out the words "Happy B-Day Bethany from Scotty and Seabourne!" on the case and flung it into the cabin. He nodded to himself and took up position near Scotty. He pulled out a party horn from his tunic.
"Don't worry, Mr Scotty, this kazoo's from my personal stash."
Seabourne chomped down on the party horn, legs braced, and ready to pull the string on the popper.
