Cecilia shrugged. "I just don't, I guess. It's been a long time since I've made a big deal out of birthdays, or any holidays, really. If left to my own devices I wouldn't do anything in the real world, either. It's all easier to ignore when you're alone."
When Owen grinned she couldn't help but smirk at him, even if her stomach did a little annoying dive. "We're too much alike," she said, shaking her head. It wasn't the first time she'd thought that, and probably wouldn't be the last. Cecilia raised her head to look at paper bats dangling from the tree tops, then reclined slightly, putting her feet up on the seat next to Owen. "You never tried to push me away, I don't think," she commented. "Or I you. I guess I put that off to extreme circumstances."