Jamie smirks a little in return, and their expressions are just so incredibly similar, his daughter bearing his features so strikingly. "A joyous time for the three of you, no doubt," he breathes out softly. "Yer mother told me there's a...poem by a Scotsman that was put to music? And there's a tradition of singing it to usher in the new year?"

Auld Lang Syne is what he's speaking of, but he can't remember the name, and it was past his time so he's not familiar with it.