Bobby, my mom’s a consenting adult. If she wants to be with you, then she wants to be with you. I know you, and I trust you, so as long as she’s happy, I’m fine with my mom being your whatever.
Well. …Alright, then.
*looks over at him* Think the word you’re look for is ‘girlfriend’, by the way.
*tugs his ballcap a little lower* Don’t be a smart ass.
*grins, turning her eye back out the window*