Llewellyn supposed this was a natural line of conversation, speaking of birthdays and all. But since he’d only just realized he forgot about his birthday himself, he hesitated for a moment. His brow wrinkled lightly as if he was trying to double check to make sure he wasn’t mistaken himself before he answered.

But it was May based on the festival announcement, and the twentieth had come and gone whether he noticed it or not. “Uhh… Well, since the calendar here seems to fall the same as what I’m used to, I suppose it was this month on the twentieth?”