I like their family. They are young, interesting, non-ugly, and live in an oldish house with some character issues. As I was choking down way too much ice cream, Z was talking. He can talk quite a bit, but he rarely says anything that doesn't hold my interest. I also like the way he talks. And, unlike me, he has a big wordbox. As Z talked (and blew my mind with this not-at-all brand new information to me), the younger A played a game of do-i-want-his-car-keys-or-not? Meanwhile, the older A insisted that she didn't have anything interesting going on in her life to talk about.
That might be true, but it'd surprise me, for two reasons, if it were. First, she looks interesting. One cannot simply look interesting unless they actually are interesting. That's just science. Second, I take interest in just about everything. The bar for what holds my attention is very low. I really wanted to hear what was going on in her head, but alas, it will have to wait until next time. Maybe that's for the best. Maybe that'll give me an excuse to visit again, more often. And maybe, just maybe, that was the older A's plan all along. Well, now I just feel silly for ever doubting her. Well played, A.