"I think I heard the boss say something about that. About parties, I mean." A party was being held at the very pub where he worked, a private one, and that was the only reason Alistair managed to have off the night of the New Year.
"Do you want to?" he asks. There was never great cause for celebration in his time as a templar. There were Chantry prayers to be said on the first day of the New Year, hours of them, but there weren't parties. Or fancy hats.