[While she didn't get the entirety of the joke, she realized the word she'd used and laughed quietly. Well, one might suppose being under the thrall of one's child could be a form of tempering...

Huh. A retiree. Does he ever get tired of being compared to a grandpa? She bet he does.]

Aw. I could always make you a 'welcome to retirement' cake. Perhaps you do have your duties you would see fulfilled, this dream land does offer plenty of opportunities for the finer things in life:

Coffee dates. Slapping world-eating beings across the nose for being naughty and trying to nibble on your star. Naps.

[She gestured to Hythlodaeus.]

Old friends.

[She casually selected a trio of sugar cubes from the bowl and proceeded to juggle them.]

...Naps with old friends.