Ellen gives a little bark of laughter, tossing her head back for a moment. "Geoffrey, does being fuckable make me old? God, I hope not." She scrapes the mushrooms and green peppers off the cutting board into the pan, trying to spread them evenly across half the eggy contents. "Look." She sets the cutting board down and crosses over to the table. "You are magnificent, Geoffrey. You're only going to get more distinguished-looking with age. Years from now we'll walk down the street together, and people will ask, 'Who's that DILF and what's he doing with that hag?'"