[Oh, he doesn't think he's actually sweet, he was just being obnoxious, but the look makes him smile, just a little. Not at all bothered seeing as most people he met back home just existed as piss and vinegar flavored chips most of the time. He's used to it.]

Ooooh when's the sweet sixteen? Gotta plan that shit in advance or it's just gonna pass you by as another day.

[His own was kind of lost in the abyss of the shit storm that his life had become back then, but he tries not to think about it.] But, seeing as you've already had your quinceañera, I suppose that's old enough for the Admiral, right? No child labor laws in space prison.