[There's a moment where he looks at her, when she meets his eyes and there's a pang of... something. She's not sure. The smile fades and she glances down, setting out plates and slicing the cake. She'll stomach a piece for his sake, after all, it would be weird if she didn't.
When she answers his question, her voice is quieter and more serious.]
July twenty-first
[... After a moment, her expression shifts back to its more typical smug mask again.]
Not that this calendar ever made much sense to me, but I'm fairly certain it's been a year.
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When she answers his question, her voice is quieter and more serious.]
July twenty-first
[... After a moment, her expression shifts back to its more typical smug mask again.]
Not that this calendar ever made much sense to me, but I'm fairly certain it's been a year.