Grant was lounging in an outdoor pool he’d had one of the interns bring him and set up randomly on set. It was in a spot that wasn’t really used for filming at the present, and quite a few people came for some peace and quiet. He was on the phone with his daughter. “No...no Gabs, we talked about this. I don’t care if the person was cute, you can’t be their personal Wanda and Cosmo. What if they do what Timmy did and make a wish for everyone to stay the same age and never change? Then what? Do you want to be that age forever? Don’t you want a car? To drive?” he paused, “Dates? Oh...no...we’re not dating until we’re thirty.” He could sense someone’s approach. “I’ve got to go Gabs, we’ll talk later.” He hung up, not really looking at the other person’s approach. “I’d say come on in the water’s fine, but it’s doing to depend on who you are. This pool has very limited space and a very exclusive guest list,” he said with a grin.














