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[reviewstarlight]

Nana's humming along with the music, nodding her head in tune. There's a moment where she looks over at Sheehan...

and ah. Grandpa doesn't really like this sort of music, does he.

"I can find something different for us to listen to next."

[heyboss]

"No, no," he assures her. "No, this is just fine. I just - don't know what I was expecting. Those skirts are really short, aren't they?"

[reviewstarlight]

"Yeah? That's kind of how it is today. Skirts like that are a pretty normal costume for pop idols."

[heyboss]

"Pop idols," he repeats, though there's less of a question and more just teasing resignation. "Well, I can see the appeal. There's a lot of flashing lights and bright colors."

[reviewstarlight]

"I'm sure the Beatles had bright colors as well," Nana points out, in a tone of 'no duh.' "You just didn't notice because old televisions are black and white."

[heyboss]

"Also, they were well after my time," he points out, though he realizes that he's not making a good anti-grandpa point with that.

[reviewstarlight]

"Oh my God, you're so old."

Just saying!

[heyboss]

He groans. "I knew you were going to say that. Cut me some slack."

[reviewstarlight]

"It's not my fault you're old!" she happily chirps, perfectly aware she's being a shit.

[heyboss]

He rolls his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Then scat, little girl. Get out of here with your short skirts and your electronic sounding music."