[Okay, that gets Linhardt to chuckle outright. He looks genuinely pleased by that--definitely assuming he wanted to prove Caspar wrong alongside him, but the second observation is what's causing the bulk of it. A month, a gods forsaken month--]

Nor did I, if you want the honest truth. It really is quite funny, when half of the relationships you see around the monastery last for a week at best. And the others are a product of Sylvain's womanizing.

[in this house we drag our schoolmates]

And yet, here we are, having lasted longer than most all of them. Next thing you know, they'll be asking us when we plan to celebrate our "month-iversary" or some nonsense like that.

[That's so stupid. Anniversaries are supposed to be for years, not short term relationships!!]