He is sixty years old in spirit, I swear. I never thought a day would come when I would be telling someone to loosen up. Though this isn't exactly a holiday with which he is terribly familiar. The next to come, though...

[Valentines day. And she does not want to live through that mess again.]

...I've half a mind to leave the village in February. Just. Hide in the mountains until whatever the Malnosso do them blows over.