"Ah, there's the jokes at the old man's expense." He glances down at her face, taking in the humor, the way she looks when she smiles. It takes a beat before he can pull his attention away and turn it on the screen.

What he sees there earns a slight puckering of his forehead. He rolls his lip between his teeth thoughtfully.

It's pleasant. Peaceful, even. Probably not a bad accompaniment for a meal.

"Is this really art?"