But what if the years of this world are actually behind Tyria's, an instead in arriving have rewound a season? [That's probably too much theoreticals for now though.]

... Not that it matters, I suppose. [He's about to continue speaking, but one of the floor nannies comes knocking on their door. She doesn't wait long to open it, exasperated to find them sitting down and not getting ready for the ball.]

A ball?