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[heyboss]

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

[reviewstarlight]

"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."