Lily remained silent for a long time, calmly calculating the day. "So you were born on the seventh of March, two thousand and six," Lily mused, nodding her head as she registered the date. "If someone were to ask for your age, you would say you are twenty-six years old," she declared.
"Twenty-six years old," Malik echoed, nodding his head. "I am twenty-six years old," he smiled.
Lily nodded and looked at Grant. "Tell me yours," she urged.
"I was born on the twenty-third noon, seven repeated white moon, one thousand nine hundred and ninety-eight red moon," Grant replied.
"Oh, 23/7/1998... not bad," she praised, registering his age as well. "Your age is twenty-eight," she informed him.
Grant smiled charmingly.
"Art, tell me yours."
"Same as Grant; it's just that mine is on the fifth morning," Art responded.
"5/7/1998," Lily registered. "Your age is the same as Grant's, 28," she affirmed.
Art nodded.
