Ocean's Breath Plateau Duet for theremin and lap steel.

-Yeah, he probably has even more than you!- Bushtit signed helpfully to his mother. He glanced between her and “Ditty” before declaring aloud, -“You don’t look a lot older. You look the same old.”-

It was Towhee’s turn to burst into laughter, mostly because her child’s misapplication of a common phrase tickled her funny bone. It was one of those things where the more she replayed it in her head, the harder she laughed, even though it was pretty fucking dumb.

The shit kids say, she remarked for “Ditty’s” benefit, wiping a tear form the corner of her eye.

-“Time to find Rodyn,”- Bushtit announced, grinning a little nervously as he glanced between the pair of cracking-up oldies.

Mmmkay, Towhee agreed absently, swallowing a cackle as she fell into step behind “Ditty” and her son again.

Glad I nabbed one last thread with the old boy! Happy sleeps, Aditya.