He chuckled in agreement, never seemed to be in the right place.
"Hmm, Ah think Ah landed in th' spring or so as well. You aleast know the months by name, you've got a leg up'n me." He winked at his ribbing.
Drinking a little, he tried to remember the Christmas holy day. A red hutt with a beard, breaking and entering, but leaving things because you were good. Something about ghost hauntings too, though Halloween was over.