To AJ, that gap between "Healer" and "almost a Healer" felt pretty damn wide, even if it was closing by the minute. But it was Lavender's birthday, so he wasn't about to keep quibbling.
"I'm a better conversationalist than I am a dancer. Cheers! To your birthday. What are you, twenty--?" Shit, he was totally blanking on how old she was actually turning, and he was afraid to offend her by guessing either too high or too low. "--nine?" he finished, flashing the kind of smile that usually got him out of trouble. "Because you don't look a day over thirty."