[ "maybe" may be (ha) his conclusion, but charles just shrugs again and says, ] Well, not for nothing, but I'm glad you're having your birthday here. Glad to get to celebrate it with you.

[ and then, adding, ] Yeah, I know. But I don't really spend money on myself, do I? Don't need food, and I can change clothes by thinking about it. So might as well spend it on something important.

[ he just says it all like it's obvious, matter-of-fact, his tone at once light and serious. then, watching junpei stare intently at absolutely nothing, and arrive at what is maybe the right corresponding month, he just chuckles and shakes his head. ] Sure, mate, if that makes you happy. [ he pauses. groans, ] Bloody hell, I'm gonna have to make some kind of corresponding calendar thing, to keep track of your dates and this place's dates.