The notification catches his eye, and he looks over almost automatically. Not that he means to pry, exactly, but he does notice. For a moment, he frowns, not quite sure how to interpret that. His Spanish is next to nonexistent, but he can make a good guess at "diciembre."

And that was a month that was... unfortunate.

Watson clears his throat. "Your telephone, César. You seem to have a reminder for me."