"No, sis, you will, man. Show me your hand. See this?" (counting out four of her fingers) "This many years, seems like a lot, right? But in this many years, you're gonna be a Wilder. And in that many more after that, the Lukester's gonna be a Grump. You'll be going out and doing things, little sis, and you won't want an old man around, singing you back to sleep every night." (She gets a grin) "Especially, you know, when you got one of your boyfriends around, right? So we'll work on it. No rush, man, in your own time."