He was, of course, well aware it was his own birthday. Dates and time were some of the few things he could really use to make sure he felt grounded as he learned to live a new life, and he marked the days off on a small pocketbook calendar every morning. Few notes littered the pages, only the simple red line through each day, as if he was a man marking on the wall how long he'd been living on a deserted island alone.
Only he wasn't. And he knew it, and appreciate it. Working at the inn itself had been a good resource for both learning and security, and in the last year alone he had grown a lot.
Not enough that he'd shared the meaning of today's date with anyone, but nonetheless.
The knock at his door wasn't strictly unusual, though the hour made it a bit less expected. He wasn't overdue for any work, was he? He certainly hoped not.
But it was not Erik on the other side, but Kalypso.
"Nan desu ka?" he questioned, almost to himself, as he realized she was holding boxes. Then his eyes moved to her face, at the glint of perhaps mischief he could see there.
"You need help?" Her hands did seem a bit full.
'What's this?'