[ daylight quickly throws his hands up, grimacing. it's starting to feel a lot like the time he got caught by nightbreak when sneaking around the starship. long before they were friends. ]

Well... I'm old enough to get considered married here, apparently? [ okay okay okay- that was a smartass answer and he knows it, though a second too late to stop himself from saying it. whoops.

he tries to correct himself by clearing his throat and giving a real answer: ] I'm in my twenties. Early twenties if someone twisted my arm to try and get a range out of me.

[ it's not easy to try and convert earth time units to galateion time units. they don't play nice with each other. ]