He agrees and her heart swells, because of course she understands. It's absolutely the right response, as far as Lup's concerned. He's getting it, he's feeling it too, this is-- it's a very good day. And they didn't give it to each other, like, it's the island and its occupants giving it to them? Fucking wild, if you think about it.

And then he's refusing to throw any parades because of course he fuckin does and she snorts gracelessly. It's a bit cut short, though, by what he's not quite saying. He doesn't need to. She's happy she's here, too. She's happy she can feel him wrapped around her side, happy that he's happy and they don't need weed to feel like two parts of a whole but it's certainly not hurting. She can't see his face but she's turning hers towards him anyway and she smiles.

"For once in your life, bro," she muses, "your math is ace. Can't, like. Can't have a debt like that hanging over our heads any longer. Fuckin, unthinkable. Give us two straight weeks of happy birthdays or death. Ren said." No hang on, wasn't that a thought that belonged to earlier? What was it? Hang on. Let her just. Stick out her tongue in thought for a second here.

"Ren said, get ready for this-- She said my birthday should be when the sun is high in the sky, and yours should be when the pretty moon is big."