"You belong to the same generation as your grandfather," Sophia Wilson said cheerfully, stroking Xaviar's head as she asked, "Don't you think Granny Snyder looks particularly young?"
"Yes," Xaviar replied truthfully, his eyes rolling as he gazed at Beatrix Snyder, "I think Granny Snyder looks like Dad's sister, even younger than Grandma Thompson."
"You little rascal, dare say I'm old?" Evone Thompson glared fiercely at Xaviar and pretended to strike him.
Xaviar immediately played along, leaping aside and then laughing merrily, "Grandma, people have to accept aging. If someone never grows old, they must be a fairy."
"I think you're the little monster," Evone Thompson joked with her grandson, all smiles.
"Alright, Evone, why quarrel with a fifteen-year-old child?" Sophia Wilson intervened, casting a glance at her own daughter, "You're five or six years older than Beatrix, so it's normal to look a bit older."
