Makeover

Getting up from her seat, Delia made a beeline for the stairs. Ash followed right behind. Even if he wasn't entirely sure where his mother was really going at the moment.

"I think I know what I can do for you dear." Delia explained, following it up with a chuckle. While it might've been better to hide her excitement, keeping it bottled up felt like a bad move at the moment. "Just follow my instructions."

Ash gave a nod, watching Delia reach the top of the stairs. He was not far behind, so his mother waited at the top for him.

"As a future old lady, you'll have much different needs than someone younger than you." Delia explained, heading right past Ash's room and towards her own. "As such, we need to decide on an elderly look for you."