"... How old are you Noel?" Snow asked awkwardly, crossing his arms and tilting his head to the side.
"You think that flan is edible, Mog?" Lilac whispered.
"... No, Kupo."
"Eighteen." Noel responded. Snow raised a brow.
"Huh. Younger than me."
"Well..." Noel shrugged. Snow turned to Lilac.
"Haven't seen you in a while. While we're on the subject of age, how old are you?" he asked. Lilac pouted.
"Old."
"How old? I've been wondering that, too." Serah stated, suddenly into the conversation. Lilac laughed slowly.
"Uh... Well, when I was young, my hair was red. Like, scarlet. Now it's silver." she said, feeling her face heat up when she got strange looks.
"... Oh wow." Serah said, blinking slowly.
"Wait, here's a better example; I was just turning the age I look now when Hope and his gang discovered those ruins." Lilac said, smiling crookedly. Snow's eyes widened slightly at her.
"I thought old people were supposed to be wise?" Serah asked, snorting.
"She's the exact opposite of wise." Noel said.
"You shut your mouth."
A/N: Lilac is old. =w=