Fair enough, her answer was suitable but his curiosity was piqued so he was thankful that she answered the question before he posed it. He could certainly hear the determination but it was lost for a moment to the bubbling laughter of hers.
"Several times over, I suspect," he added, smile crooked for a moment. "But if you were the star it'd be a blockbuster, I'm sure."
They were about to step off the curb of the sidewalk to make way across the street when suddenly his cane snapped rigid across her legs and his hand shifted down to take her own and keep her from moving forward. Not a moment too soon as a bike messenger would have clipped her good had she moved forward just then.
"Careful," he blinked wildly a moment, radar vision swimming. Then, when he felt the coast was clear he continued to guide them across the street, his fingers laced together with hers.
"I'd say I know a place that makes a great cherry pie but I don't think anything could ever top comfort food made by a mother."