"Um, it's just a, y'know, a religious holiday. For one of the religions, back home." He shrugs. He's never really gotten way up in the religious business save for a couple conversations and a couple celebrations. (And one December full of various holiday cheer that got way out of hand and almost burnt down the base. It was pretty awesome once the smoke cleared and the power came back on, but the wax was a pain to clean up.) "It's actually really important for those people. Like one of those most important ones? A day of atonement. There's fasting and praying and confessing and a couple of things you definitely aren't allowed to do and it's a whole thing. But like, that's just one holiday of one religion. And I'm not here to like...convert anyone. To anything. Since it's outside the frame of reference."

And he is not the best source of information on literally any of that. So. Moving right along to the days!

"Uh, Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday Sunday? Really? Cuz I'm...I'm pretty sure most of those have like...like Nordic roots or something. Huh. I guess...some names just transcend time and space. I mean, in all honesty, it's kind of a miracle I can understand you guys. And that a lot of your names aren't really weird. Or like...they're downright normal. Like you guys probably have Leonards and Michaels and Franks and Laverniuses--I mean, this, what we're speaking right now, to me, it's English. And you Orlesians, to me, what you speak is French. And I know a Rifter from a tooootally different kind of place who totally speaks Spanish despite not having a Spain. Actually, I think I met an elf who's Spanish-but-not, too..."