He smoothed the tie down his light blue button down shirt. "Why, thank you, ma'am."
"Out of habit," she said.
He smiled. "Hungry?" he asked.
"Not at the moment," she said. "I'm enjoying this wine though."
"Never really liked wine."
"Frat boys usually don't."
"Frat boys grow up," he said. "But I'm not sure wine makes you grown up anyway."
"I grew up quickly anyway," he said. "My wife made sure of that."
"Oh yeah?"
"Sure," he said. "That and a few kids."
"Growing up..." she said almost as a mutter.
"Didn't mind, though."
"It was all worth it."
"That's nice to hear," she said. "It'd be nice to not be grown up for a day or so."
"Better be more than a day."
"Yeah?"
"A day would just be a taste. A taste of how good it might seem. You need like a week or two. By the end it would be boring and get very old. Then you'd appreciate being old-- older."