"Exactly," Terrence said with a grin. "And you know, I think we should call it the S.S. Porch for Old Fogeys. We can even have a lawn and a porch swing on the ship, and everyone who gets near will fear our croaky battle cry."
He looked around as they got closer to the park, examining the houses nearby for a good place to sit. A preferable porch had a nice view of the kids, comfortable seats for two, and no one at the home it was attached to who would try to kick them off. "Or, you know, we could always just climb to the top of that play structure."
This suggestion was accompanied by a gesture with the hand holding the cup in the direction of the structure in the middle of the park. There were kids on the swings and going down the slide, but there was no one on the very top of the colorful climbing tower - probably because the very top wasn't really supposed to be a place for kids to go. They, however, weren't kids under parental supervision.