"Some of us older ones prefer things to remain the same." Helen said knowingly, a teasing smile on her face. She gave a gentle pat to his arm. There were many things she wouldn't let the more modern ones touch. Even if she did live with them. Somethings were just... precious. She supposed that was the word.
"You'll have to forgive me if I come across as a mother hen." She smiled. "Peter constantly calls me a mother bear."