[Dave actually grins a little as he scrawls Elsa's birthdate down, because having something in common with Anna is simply the best kind of compliment there is.]

Maybe your culture doesn't recognize the importance of a new click in your personal year counter, but where I come from, birthdays are simply the biggest days there are.

[In more ways than one. Looking at you, April 13th, you apocalyptic fucker.]

So look out for a giftwrapped airmail delivery and a rambling heartfelt letter next year, Miss E. It's gonna be a doozy.