"Well, it's not like any timeline makes any sense in this world, anyway," Stefan pointed out, "It's all a moot point. For example, my birthday is in August, but now the little me's birthday is in April. Any iteration of time won't ever match up with another person's." He lit a cigarette and took a drag of it, looking over at her.
"Like you're younger than your own daughter, for example. And I'm older than all my friends."