"Nope, but I am used to all the 'old man' jokes," Oliver replied, turning and heading for the pantry for a bag of plain chips and returning to finish off each plate with a handful, then starting to put all of the ingredients away. "Guess I'm gonna have to learn to share those now, but I don't expect that means I'm only gonna hear half'a what I got before." He sighed as if that was some sort of hardship, but the upward tilt in the corner of his mouth betrayed that idea.
He moved to rinse and wash the knife, his only dish so far, then left it in the strainer as he turned to Jerome. "Shall we?"