"Yeah, I know. He's all... post-anarcho-punk-normcore." He snickers. "That's an actual thing he's said. Fucking dipshit." Said with a tone of deepest affection.

Kyle hugs David tight. "You worry too much. Old people still like to have FUN, dude." He lets him go so he can grab a soft pretzel. That's the best thing about the food court - no shortage of tasty (if unhealthy) foods.

"So do we play board games or spin the bottle or what?" he teases.