Tink didn't have to be aware of days, they had never bothered her before, she just knew that when the sun rose it was time to get up, and when the sun set it was time for bed. Sense of time or days wasn't something terribly important for a tiny pixie, it wasn't like she was scheduling appointments, or had anything pressing. When she was hungry, she ate, sleepy, she slept. That was relevent time to her.
She looked at the diary as Christine brought it from her bag, glancing down at the pages as the woman turned them. Her eyes looked over the date that Christine was showing her, head tilting to the side as she studied it. "Today." She chimed, looking at the date which was Friday. "Friiiidayyyy.." She chimed, slowly, reading it to herself. She looked at the number of days until Monday, and nodded, understanding. "Oh. Monday."
When Christine told her to come early, Tink nodded her head, offering her friend a smile, "When the sun is up!" She chimed, merrily, glad her friend had found someone to love. "Grown ups get married, right?" She asked, in her bell-like chime, wondering if Christine was a grown up.