Shane pushed off the counter and moved to flop onto the couch, he'd start back up on his work later, right now he deserved at least a little bit of a break, staring at the ceiling, "You should run a marathon or something. Get back into the grove of things. I'll go stand at the finish line to cheer you on," he grinned over at Quinn, not having the slightest intention of actually running with Quinn.

Wrinkling his nose, Shane sighed, "True, when do parents every really listen to any of that anyway." It's not like most easily accepted that their children were growing up in a different world than before. "Oh, well, you'll get there eventually. We're still young after all plenty of time for the rest of that."