What? It seemed reasonable enough. The machinery had rumbled to life with a start, with the volume to match. But he had an overactive imagination at times -- which usually made his life just feel a bit more fun. Cody quirked an eyebrow, and was just about to playfully defend himself against her accusations that he snored when she started to describe her bag. The other eyebrow shot up in a look of disbelief. Nodding, he grinned.
"I don't snore. Not anymore. I had them removed. And with a bag like that, we shouldn't have trouble with someone else thinking it's theirs." He glanced around, his smile growing. "Except you might have to contend with her," Cody said, jerking a thumb at a young girl in a purple jumper. She held her father's hand, and she couldn't be more than four or five years old.