"I think it turned an even thirty this year," Oliver replied, cracking two eggs into the still sizzling pan. At least he couldn't say he'd seen it in theaters, though he remembered when it was. Not really something to mention if he wanted to refrain from all the old jokes, particularly when he realized Edwin had been a toddler at that point. Though, that brought on mental images of what a teeny rock goth baby Edwin probably looked like, followed by a teeny, chubby Georgie, and he grinned to himself as he did his best to focus on breakfast.
"The eighties had some of the best movies." And the worst, probably. "Georgie, you've at least seen The Breakfast Club, right? Goonies? Princess Bride? Ghostbusters?"