"Shoes! Rosie, what do I know about shoes? I think you should wear dragonhide. In orange. It'll go nicely with your hair," he teased, though he wouldn't mind a pair of orange dragonhide boots himself.
He smiled, a little sadly, but had to grin too. "I think so. Even I could tell how much they loved each other," he said, with only a little tiny grimace. True love always seemed like a fairy tale to him, but Gran and Gramps had been different. "I don't think age would matter to them. They're Gran and Gramps, you know?"