"I had other people to make a big deal on my behalf." Friends, who used to sing loudly in the mess hall just to embarrass her in front of the entire faction. She smiles in memory of it. It's only a little bit wistful, and sad.

Another big gulp, before she asks, grin becoming wider, truer, "Aren't you a thousand years old or something? No wonder you forgot."

Just another day, right? "When is it?"