Faolan lowered his head a bit like a wounded dog, but kept a small smile on his lips. [color=a36209]"Aye, leithscéal..."[/color] he muttered as he continued to eat. He didn't exactly have the mouth of most Irishmen, but even Faolan liked to indulge in a curse every now and again. It might take some getting used to, but he would try for Lucien's sake.

At Lucien's next discovery, Faolan nodded as he chewed a large gulp of stew and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. [color=a36209]"Wait..."[/color] he said, looking between the boy and Lucien as knowledge lit up his eyes, [color=a36209]"Does that mean the lad doesn't know his own birthday?"[/color] Faolan hadn't thought about his childhood in ages, especially his own birthday. Lucien remembered it more than Faolan did, and ever since he had begun giving him presents he found it hard to forget. He had remembered Lucien's birthday as well, once he was told, and tried to do something for him on that day every year. It was a bit of a tradition they had started, and if the boy was going to stay with them, it only made sense to introduce him to it as well. But, if he didn't know his birthday, how could they know when to cut him in?