The two stood there, proper and a bit awkward.
Old Master Coldson gave a light cough, "What's wrong? You'd think I was about to tie you up and take you to the bridal chamber."
"Grandfather!" Cooper turned beet red.
Old Master Coldson waved mysteriously at the two and beckoned them over. "I want to go fishing."
"No way," replied Cooper, curt and decisive.
"Fine, I'll just lie in bed and wait to die then," huffed Old Master Coldson as he flopped back onto the bed.
"Grandfather!" Cooper was helpless.
He really didn't know what to do with Old Master Coldson.
Old Master Coldson closed his eyes, ignoring him.
Cooper looked helplessly at Yolanda Greenwood beside him, clearly hoping she would intervene.
"Is it really not possible?" But Yolanda wasn't on his side at all, "I think it would be good to go out and get some fresh air."
Cooper was angry, "The weather is about to turn to winter, do you not know how cold it is outside?"