"These are your golden years. Best make good use of them!" She nudged him with a playful grin. "I'm pretty old too, we'll both get some glamours on and sit on someone's porch and just yell at people. And shake our fists. And tell them things like 'when I was a kid, we used to walk up hill both ways to get where we were going, in the snow!"
At his story, she raised her eyebrow and giggled. "Did you? Oh! Did you get him drunk first? That's always more fun if you get them drunk." Which might have been because the few times she'd pulled a prank like that, it'd been after a night of drinking and she'd been half drunk, but still. "Did he really yell at you?"