"Yeah, I can already see the gray hairs poking through," she teased, wriggling her finger in the direction of his scalp from across the table. She wasn't going to put her pizza-grease fingers in his hair, of course, the gesture was enough to strike fear in the hearts of anyone concerned about the color of their hair and the ravages of time. In any case, she had a few years on him anyway. Old age indeed.
Cece's mouth split into an entirely too pleased grin. Thank the goddess he could still humor her strange requests and whims. "You better not have gotten bit, or I'll have to put you down." Protect Summerview from zombies at all costs!
"Ugh," she slumped back in the seat, taking another (sort of vicious) bite of pizza. "That's a real let down."