That seems like a very wholesome and very Noah sort of celebration, Freddie thinks. Freddie, on the other hand, had gone to a club with a some mates where he'd got blitzed and copped off with four boys at once on the back couch. He honestly can't say he remembers too much of the night in any great detail, which is likely both a blessing and a curse.

"Mine's March thirteenth," he says with a grin to match Noah's. "So you first, yeah? Though I still maintain you're older."