"Do you believe what you just said?"
The old man rolled his eyes slightly.
Uncle:...
The direction of the conversation had somehow drifted off course...
Did he feel like he wasn't needed in this conversation anymore?
"I'm not going to argue with you."
The old man was the first to put an end to this pointless dispute.
"Hmph."
The old woman took it as the old man admitting defeat.
"Look how fashionable that old fellow is."
"Why can't you be more like him?"
"I asked you to dye your hair black before, and you kept putting it off. It took several reminders before you finally agreed."
"If you were that reluctant even about black, there's no point talking about other colors."
"I'm not dyeing my hair any other color."
The old man made his position clear to nip the idea in the bud.
Black was one thing.
Other colors...
Not a chance.
A trace of regret appeared on the old woman's face.
She had to admit...
After hearing about an old fellow who had dyed his hair green...
She'd felt a little tempted to have her own old man try another hair color, too.
Of course...
Not green.
If he wouldn't go for anything bright, then a gentler color, like brown, would work too.
Unfortunately...
The old man wouldn't even consider that.
"All right."
Seeing that the old woman seemed unwilling to give up on the idea, the old man immediately changed the subject.
Otherwise, if she really made him dye his hair, he'd be the one suffering in the end.
"Weren't we talking about this young man?"
"How did we end up chatting about ourselves?"
The old woman paused.
Oh, right.
But...
"The young man told us everything we wanted to know."