Damen finds Laurent at Frostbloom’s stall, finishing up a conversation with the merchant. The blonde turns at the sound of Damen's voice, warm and curious at first about what his lover’s been up to, but at the mention of his birthday his expression flickers and he breaks eye contact to look at the ground.

“It's not my birthday. I would be crowned on my twenty first birthday.”

Laurent has many thoughts about how the months don't exactly line up, about how his twenty-first birthday no longer means what it should now that they're here- what it had meant, in the first place. It's enough thoughts that he's willing to just repress the whole lot, and get back to what's at hand, but when he starts to do so he looks at the plate of cake he'd accepted without realising it and…. hey wait a minute.

“Did you get this from the party?”

Frowning, he reaches out to snatch the other plate from Damen as well.

“The entrapment party, Damen?”