He nodded, fishing out his wallet and flipping through it to a picture, sliding it over so she could see, "That's my parents, that was New Years when I was like, seventeen? Mom swiped the ball that they drop for Times Square for the countdown."
He shook his head, smiling fondly, "Dad got her to give it back, I think mostly she was still swiping things just to prove she should."
He tiilted his head at the statement-question, "Uh, well, what would you like to know?"