“Alright, alright—I won’t call you ahjusshi in public then,” Mina says with a solemn nod, even though the teasing is evident in her tone. “But wait—why are you going to hold my belongings hostage and why are you flying off in America?! Are you going to check yourself in a retirement home there? Please don’t be like that, oppa, we’d like to be able to visit you still!”
Laughing, she just shakes her head at his silliness, immedatiely opening the bag that’s hanging by her side. “I always carry a bit of food with me actually,” she admits. It’s usually just little snacks, nothing extravagant, and mostly used to gain a bit of energy whenever she’s running between schedules. “Take your pick—an apple or graham crackers?!”
“I’m taking your things with me so I can pretend they belong to my granddaughter- no one would question my age then, haaa,” he blinked slowly. “This is the only way. I promise to send cards once every few years, and maybe a cookie on birthdays.”
“Graham crackers are what I survive on,” he said informatively, “But that’s a secret too. If anyone finds out they’ll think I’m malnourished. I look healthy, right??” He pats his stomach, bending back slightly to make it protrude more.