The book thief

[Allan Su]

You have plenty of good child-bearing years left!

...
that sounded so inappropriate... somehow...

[Amara Su]

Ahhh, you're my brother so you can get away with it.

Although you do sort of sound like grandma.

What about you, mister? No children for you?

[Allan Su]

Please, don't ever compare me to grandma... *makes a face* Remember how she used to give us dried prunes all the time? And her liver and onion pies... Ugh. I feel sick just thinking about it.

I don't think an old hermit should raise children. My books are my children!

[Amara Su]

Books won't carry on your name!

Unless you write one.

[Allan Su]

Well
I'm trying!

I have half of my poetry book written...

[Amara Su]

Read me one!

[Allan Su]

...you can
read them all when the book comes out! 

[Amara Su]

Aw come on! No fair.

[Allan Su]

It's
Embarrassing!

[Amara Su]

But you'll publish it?

[Allan Su]

Eventually
As a sort of

Life goal

[Amara Su]

You are NOT waiting until you're dead!

[Allan Su]

But all the really famous works of poetry become famous after the writer is dead!

[Amara Su]

You're not dying on my watch!

[Allan Su]

I

I wasn't planning to?