Dry Bowser and the Eldstar looked at each other as the old beings were having a discussion.
"So... how long have you been around?" Dry Bowser spoke up as he brushed his red hair. "Not that it needs to be an estimated amount."
"Oh, I don't even remember. It's too long, regardless." The Eldstar responded. "In fact I'm the oldest out of seven Star Spirits."
"So I see..."
"And what about you? Are you that brute without his yellow flesh and green shell?"
"Oh that dork is my relative, unfortunately. He doesn't know when to just stop with the kidnapping plots."