"Since -" Lucy began, and cut herself off, hands twisting in front of her as she glanced down to her feet. Max, it appeared, wasn't aware of the date, and with how tense things were already, she didn't know the best way to present the information.

In the end, though, the best thing to do seemed to be to just say it. "It's Memorial Day," she murmured, and flushed a pale shade of pink. "I just thought it might be appropriate."