He wanted to ask her if she'd been watching the good horror movies. The old ones. The ones he'd grown up around and watched in all their black-and-white glory. But- she was awfully wicked and totally not about to let him go off on a tangent about movies. Wicked.
"Bob the Builder? I think you're going to have to explain that one to me."
Of course, he was encouraging as usual. It was hard for him not to be, and if she was entertained, well, that was good, too.