"I don't know for sure when it started," she admits, "but it's as long as I can remember, so." She shrugs, then she grins broadly at him. "A few hundred? You weren't kidding about being older, were you?"

She reaches out on an impulse and ruffles his hair. She can't help it, it just looks so - rufflable. And she suspects he won't mind.

"You're looking well for being such an old man," she says jokingly.