“Can we do something chill?” I grumble. “Like, give me five seconds to readjust to gravity.” She grins. “Something chill? Gee, Grandpa, like what? Should we sit quietly on the Ferris wheel or board that slow little train that goes through the Tunnel of Love?” “If you’re going into the Tunnel of Love with your grandpa, then you’ve got a whole new set of problems we need to talk about.”
