"How old are you, anyway, Anna?" Sumia politely inquired, carefully setting down a teacup with her gloved hand.
Anna laughed softly at the inquiry. "Twenty-two and counting!" she replied. She sipped at her herbal mint tea.
"Hah! That makes me older'n both of ya!" Sully chortled, slamming a fist on the table.
Sumia jumped and cradled a hand around her cup. "Y-Yes, I suppose it does," she breathed.
"Mm, perhaps physically, but not in spirit," Anna mused, "Anyway, how old are you, Sully?"
The scruffy-haired woman gave a smirk. "Twenty-five," she stated, adding, "and proud."