[ Well, there goes his 2.3 seconds of feeling tall, because nobody has ever felt tall in the presence of Star Platinum. Star's touch is always strange, compared to Jotaro's. It's solid, immovable, where his form looks like it should be almost insubstantial. And it's gentle where he looks like he was made for destruction. Steelstrong and featherlight at once. He squeezes Jotaro with his free arm, leaving him with one last kiss before reaching out to take Star's other hand. ]

Oh, I think I can make myself clear enough. But you'll know, if he has trouble.

[ The smile is audible in his voice, measurable, right down to the degree each corner of his mouth is turned to. It sounds like a conspiratorial sort of smile. Sure enough, he directs Star's other hand downward to rest at his hip. Lets it span the slit in the side of the dress, cloth and then skin and then cloth, too high for the possibility of anything underneath it. ]

Happy birthday, Star. Thank you for taking care of us.