[ This is Adolf, weighing his options and realizing that God, Oona probably isn't kidding when she says she'll make up a date to bombard him with. Thankfully, his real birthday falls on what can reasonably be considered a national holiday, so everyone else will likely be too busy with that. Maybe Oona will even forget about the birthday part and be more excited about Christmas. As she should.

He wisely doesn't talk more in depth about death and dying, because he's already been a downer today. Instead, he scrubs his face with his palm, and then recovers with a soft exhale. ]

For your sake, I'll hope we don't see the ocean. [ Because if that's all that's keeping her alive, fuck the ocean!!! But here's a concession for her troubles. ] ...The date you want to know is December 25th. Forget it, though— it's not important.