Rose literally waves away his objection, chip still in hand. "Time is just a societal construct-" Well, that's a blatant lie. "-and you just put on a pot of coffee, so feel free to help yourself as long as you're here. If it makes you feel better, think of it as saving me from future heart disease."

She makes a face at the honorific, wondering just how long it'll be before someone calls her "ma'am". Seriously, how can he be so polite at his age? "And you're welcome, again." She drums her fingers on the counter, squinting at him. "So... what do I have to do to get you to call me Rose?"