"That's hard to say."
"I'm eighty, you're already ninety, a pair of old folks, let's not be picky about each other."
"Sixth Master, we're just 10 nautical miles from Surara Island."
"Alright, get ready to dock."
Sienna Johnson asked, "Adrian Desmond, what have you been busy with lately?"
"Earning milk money." This was a phrase Adrian newly learned, finding it apt and often using it to brush off Sienna Johnson.
"Spend less, and our son's milk money will be there."
"I've been really restraining my spending lately. Ahem..." Adrian was choked by smoke.
"Smoking again?"
"No!"
"Adrian, lying isn't what good kids do."
"Alright, just one cigarette."
"Take good care of yourself while I'm not around."
"You too."
From a distance, they could already see Surara Island, with Adrian unable to continue his long call with Sienna Johnson.
Reluctantly, Adrian said, "I have things to do, get some rest earlier."
"You too."
Both hung up the call with lingering reluctance.
