"Congratulations. I've officially just aged twenty more years." She informs, her hands on her hips.

"Hey, I can't help it." He sticks his tongue out at her.

"Honey, I think we've reached that time." She pauses dramatically. "You need a cane."

He scowls. "I'm only sixty-four, I don't need a cane."

"Yes, you do." She teases.

"You need a cane!" He replies childishly.

"I'm not the one who took five minutes to get to the door, am I?" Her eyebrows quirk as she smirks.

"Shut up." He pouts.

She laughs.