"I think you being under the age of sixty is enough to earn their admiration," Sid pointed out. If he could jump higher than them at all he was probably a golden god in the eyes of the geriatric ballet crew.
Artists. They were all so sensitive. "Yeesh, alright, alright." He put up his hands defensively. "Anyway, anythings possible if you've got grandma doing ballet in her seventies. If they can do it, so can you." And probably better.
Sid raised an eyebrow. He'd be more offended if he were manning the grill at the moment, but he figured he should defend his coworker anyway. He'd been nice enough to whip up that breakfast platter after all. "You sure? Because I know the guy back there, and he makes a pretty mean burger if you put him up to it."