"It's hardly my favored time of the year, now is it?" he asked, waving his hand that held his cigarette holder, as if the question were ridiculous. Of course, in his opinion, it was.

After all, he was the Penguin, even if he didn't often claim the name publically, there were certain things that should be expected.

The date related riddle, of course was something he wouldn't even bother with. He didn't want to play those damn games, at least not with Julian Day. "Settling in, then? You look upset about something."