“Man, Grandma, what big hair you have.""The better to style with, my dear.”
“Style is what you feel better and look attractive by using that.”
“You wouldn't understand, dear. It's called style.”
“The better to eat you with, my dear.”
“what red lips you have," he said in her ear. Did she dare say it? "All the better to kiss you with, my dear," she replied. And then their lips met.”
“I think I just inhaled a cloud shaped like the ghost of my grandpa, and all I have to say is grandma smelled better.”