"I am pleased to hear it," he gave a sturdy grin swigging down some of his beer.
She did sound like a proud mother---that wouldn't have been the first one he would ever meet. At the name it sorta rang a bell. The face was very similar to her, so that could have been where the familiarity came from. There was still something else about her that was niggling away inside. "Ah, that nominated film a few years back. Sabine was it?" He'd seen it plastered on the side of a bus.