Age Is Only A Number
Doc's appropriated a table today, along with some small bowls and spoons. He also has two containers of ice cream he's filched from the Conrad, chocolate and vanilla (he plans to replace them later). He himself is finishing off the remains of a sundae as he mans his mini ice cream bar. "If anyone wants a treat, feel free to take some," he says, waving a hand at the ice cream. "I promise it won't change you into anything or give you any weird abilities."
He scoops up the last bite of his ice cream, then sets spoon and bowl down. "So! It's my birthday today. I'm turning 67. I don't feel like I'm 67 in the slightest, though. There's a saying that, 'You're only as old as you feel.' Going by that, I don't think I'm more than 45." He leans on the table. "How old do you feel?"
He scoops up the last bite of his ice cream, then sets spoon and bowl down. "So! It's my birthday today. I'm turning 67. I don't feel like I'm 67 in the slightest, though. There's a saying that, 'You're only as old as you feel.' Going by that, I don't think I'm more than 45." He leans on the table. "How old do you feel?"