".. Lanturns?" He repeats the word, seeming to think about it for a moment as he hums.

Sure, the connection is easily made with it happening every year on her birthday, especially with what she says herself, but that's not what he's thinking about.

"What did that look like?" It sounds like something nice, so he might as well get her to talk about that. Maybe she'll enjoy it, he thinks? "Was it pretty?"