“I was half expecting you to say something like that.”
“Well, there you have it.” He finishes the last few bites of the pie and dusts his hands off.
“And Reaver’s older than both of us combined,” he quips. “Shall we go?”
Sparrow grins, hopping down from the wall; “Do you think we could get him to admit how old he actually is?”. She dusts her hands off on her pants.
“Yeah, let’s get going.”