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Nana nods.

"I'm not gonna ask for an even better Starlight. Nothing will top that play in our first year for me. But that's...okay, I guess." She says the words hesitantly, as she herself isn't entirely sure that's okay.

"But I've always wanted to help my friends. This won't change now."

[heyboss]

Sheehan's smile is warm. "No, nothing will top that play. And nothing may feel the same. But you can have different experiences. Good experiences that may move you. You and your friends."

[reviewstarlight]

There's a long, quiet pause before, "I hope you're right."

[heyboss]

He takes a drink. "I promise you, Nana. I promise you that, with time, it will."

[reviewstarlight]

Nana takes a drink of her tea as well, enjoying the taste. After a moment, she asks,

"Um. Is there anything else you want to talk about?"

[heyboss]

He spreads out his hands. "You came to ask me about my life. If there's not, then no. You can enjoy the tea. I can put on some music." He stands up. "Oh! Have you heard of the Beatles?"

[reviewstarlight]

"I have," Nana says, with a little nod. "My grandma really likes them."

Sorry, Sheehan.

[heyboss]

He turns to her, hands on his hips. "Your grandma? Fine. Alright. What do you listen to?"

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"All sorts of stuff? Musicals, idol groups, pop stars...I don't really have a favorite band if that's what you're asking."

She shrugs slightly before, "I can pull up one of them on my phone if you want to listen."

[heyboss]

He picks up his cup and takes it to the kitchen. "Yeah, I'd like that. Lay it on me."

[reviewstarlight]

Nana picks up her phone, typing a few things in, doing a little search before, "Here. This was a pretty popular song when I was younger."

And she adjusts her position so that Sheehan can watch the music video. Welcome to j-idol groups, there are literally like sixteen of them on stage.

[heyboss]

He looks over her shoulder and then joins her at the table again.

And he watches.

And watches.

Maybe it will make sense in a few seconds, he keeps telling himself, but there's no way to keep up with anything that's happening!

"Ah," he says with a nod. "I - hm."

[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."