Well, shit. If someone has been pulling his leg then that sets him back some doesn't it?

Wayne takes a seat on the pull-out bed that he's been using as his normal bed thanks to having arrived to the cabin second and not wanting to take over. He leans to watch Gil writing with his arms crossed atop his knees.

"Okay. So if people usually hit puberty by like, thirteen years and we're equating that to pupation, with mine being pretty standard, then that's just under two years to one cycle, and if we follow that, then it's...uh..." More counting on his fingers, and then writing down what he's muttering, and coming up with a repeating decimal.

At least from there, he can work out easily enough that not only is a cycle approximately 1.7 years, but that he would be the equivalent of 32 human years old, and that his estimation of when he would need to go to ground for metamorphosis was a little bit off. It's a relief knowing he has a little more time than he thought.

"Okay...cool?" He doesn't know what to do with this information, but he sure does have it now.