He's still working through the idea of two weeks of birthday, and the concept of his math being Good, Actually, when his brain receives Lup's warning. Incoming Ren nonsense. There's no way he could ever be ready.

And he isn't; he contorts himself to stare at Lup owlishly, and fails to parse it. "What the fuck does that even mean," he whispers, sounding awed, before bursting into giggles. He flops back, covers his eyes with one hand like he's wishing for a fainting couch instead of a rustic table.

"How's she just say stuff like that. It's like, wild, right? Did I say stuff like that?"