Maes gathers his knitwear back up again and starts to browse the sweaters for additions to his pile. He should have brought a bag, sheesh.

"Well, I'm sure if you talk to some people around Beacon you'll find at least some with the same ideas about celebrating what we do have. I don't think anyone should really pass up the chance for cake if nothing else. Or pie. Gracia always made me a pie for my birthday," Maes admits. He reaches up for a cherry red and navy sweater, giving it a gentle tug to dislodge it. He holds it up but frowns, it's too small. He adds it to his pile, maybe someone else will like it, he likes the color for sure.