My mum was... my mum. She studied Philosophy. She liked Bertrand Russell. She spent a lot of time working on her diss-er-ta-tion.

Um, the other grown-ups in the kitchen said you're my girlfriend. I know -- *he concentrates* -- that means we live together now. Are we going to get married? I think if I ever got married, I'd want to marry you. But you're too old.

*He nestles against her.*

Can we have hot cocoa, now?