[ It wasn't that long ago that people in Julie's world often didn't know their own birthdate, so she doesn't find it particularly noteworthy that Geralt doesn't know. She just happens to be from a point in time where everything is relentlessly recorded -- dates and times and locations. But even within her own family, there were members old enough that such data was either never recorded or was long, long lost. Just "spring" works for her.
She makes a thoughtful noise as she frees her arm from the strap. Honestly, she associates him so closely with cold and snow that something about spring is almost surprising. Instead, she flips through her mental repository of Cosmopolitan-based zodiac knowledge. Taurus. Has to be a Taurus. There's no way in hell he's an Aries or (God forbid) a Gemini. ]
Well, now I owe you twice next year. 'Cause I wouldn't've skipped you after the others when I was doin' birthdays.
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She makes a thoughtful noise as she frees her arm from the strap. Honestly, she associates him so closely with cold and snow that something about spring is almost surprising. Instead, she flips through her mental repository of Cosmopolitan-based zodiac knowledge. Taurus. Has to be a Taurus. There's no way in hell he's an Aries or (God forbid) a Gemini. ]
Well, now I owe you twice next year. 'Cause I wouldn't've skipped you after the others when I was doin' birthdays.