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Q groaned and stabbed his chicken more aggressively than normal."If I hear the words 'back in my day' one more time, I'm divorcing you."
"Harsh." Bond said.
"You say it all the bloody time. About everything. They don't put as much of anything in the packets as they did when you were young, the air isn't as clean, the people aren't as polite."
"The world is ever-changing, Q."
"You don't have to remark on all of it."
"I do. You accepted this when you married a man fifteen years older than you."
"I did not."
Bond smiled sweetly at him. "It was right there in the vows, right after in sickness and in health."
"You're hilarious."
"More rice?"
"Just a little, please."
"You know, back in my day—"