Helloooooo. I'm actually getting a lot more follows and likes than I thought I would. Any reviews welcome! Again, sorry it took me so long to update. I am not Sarah J. Maas so I don't own any ToG plot or characters.

"I'm gonna start!" Aelin states.

"Definitely not, I'm going to start," Rowan states back. Earning a pout from Aelin.

"I still think this is gonna end with someone trying to punch someone else." Aedion mumbles.

"C'mon, live a little Aedion! Besides, no ones going to out punch me." Aelin jokes. Aedion just glares at Aelin.

All, cheerfully, Aelin starts the game, "So, when's my birthday?"

"Damn," Rowan stomps under the table.

Aelin just raises her eyebrows at him.

"Uh... July fourteenth?" Rowan guesses cluelesly, "no, November fourteenth!"

"Wrong! It's in MAY!" Aedion retorts.

"MAY fourteenth!" Rowan yells.

"Shush. Indoor voices, Rowan," Aedion tsks Rowan. "And what is it with you and the number 14?"

Rowan just glares, and pouts, then glares and pouts some more.

"Two points. A, You've both already answered at least once, but I'll let it slip, and B, do either o you actually know when my birthday is?" Aelin cuts in.

She receives twin glares from Aedion and Rowan in response.

"May 31?" Rowan guesses.

"There is no May 31! May has 30 days!" Aedion declares.

Aelin enters the conversation again, "No, you buffoon, it has 31 days! And, no, my birthday is not the 31st. Not even close."

"The 30th?" Aedion guesses.

"Nope."

"The 29th?" Rowan guesses.

"Nope."

"The 28th?" Aedion guesses.

"Nope, you guys suck at this."

"Thanks, the 27th?" Rowan guesses again.

"Nope."

"The 26th?"

"No,"

"The 25th?"

"Still no."

"Lower or higher?"

"Lower"

"10th?"

"Lower"

"5th?"

"Lower"

"THE 3RD!" Aedion exclaims.

"There we go. You guys had like fifty tries! I almost want to punch you." Aelin says plainly.

"That's my cue to go," Aedion says, already halfway through the door.

"Byyeeeeee." Aelin says as the end of his cloak disappears.

"Were you really going to punch him?" Rowan questions.

"Nope" Aelin responds plainly.

"Buisy night, let's get some rest." Rowan encourages as he stands to go.

Standing, Aelin heads toward the door with Rowan right beside her.

Grinning, she whispers, "Good night, Fiancé."

I am nearing the end of this story. I am also working on starting another ToG fanfic. When it comes out, I'll let you all know, plz check it out!