[Delia] I was thinking. I mean, you know. We should get a place together. We seem to spend all our time together, anyway.
[Father] I asked Delia to move in with me. Er, well. I suggested we buy a place. Same sort of thing, isn't it? I'm practically 130 years old and I have no idea how to do this kind of thing.
[Mother] I'm sorry for running out on you, when you first arrived. I needed to...clear my head. I'm not sure it's any clearer now, but I would like to see you.