"No idea what he had to go gray over." She murmurs it, momentarily distracted; at least forty, he said. He's probably more than twice her age, now, and she can still remember when she was taller than him. It's strange, like deja vu is strange, only the weird part is that she hasn't been here before.

The moment passes, and the smirk comes back full force.

"I should probably just be glad you haven't gone full on silver fox on me."