True. ( she's not judging him, technically. she's just pointing out a fact. ) Nobody says 'nan' anymore either. And my grandma's in Fresno, not here, so I'm pretty sure she's not going to get it.

( the song in the background fades into quiet for a beat, just long enough to be noticeable before the next one plays. it's a new addition to her playlist; the artist is beyonce this time — or, more specifically, destiny's child. the telltale thump of independent ladies earns a wry grin at the corner of her mouth. )

You can't tell me you hate this.