— Hmm, how much longer do we have to wait for the kids? — Anders' uncle joked, taking the letter.
-Well, while we're writing letters to each other, the kids are unlikely to appear... But we're already planning a meeting with her, so... - he stopped, realizing how his words could be interpreted - well, um, in the sense that we'll meet, go for a walk, see if we're compatible - he swallowed hard, fearing that his uncle would misinterpret his words.
Where do we end up when we save the world?