After consulting several calendars, Ben mentally threw his hands up at the way time was molding around himself, and picked up his comlink to text his relatives:

MAY THE FOURTH BE WITH YOU.

Years later, it still cracked him up.

He got an immediate reply from his father:

It's still not that funny, Ben. Miss you, too.

Whistling, Ben went back to fixing a snack for Val. Wookiee cookies were appropriate today, right?

[OOC: I HAD TO. Open, sure.]