"No, Peter was the oldest," Susan corrects, automatically, and then freezes. Movies! That suggests a level of import that she hadn't thought to assume. And - famous? The thought is discomfiting.

But she shan't let this overwhelm her. She has tasks to accomplish, and things she's looking forward to. Instead, she offers, with a nod to Shen Yuan's canvas, "He reminds me of them. The boy does."