"Faeries. Fae folk. Denizens of the Nevernever. Those types will put out all kinds of traps and the main problem with all of them is that you're boned the second you voluntarily do much of anything."
"Doesn't look like they were able to follow you here, but I hope like hell you stay safe when you go back." Was that an under-reaction? No, just a very direct one. He was kind of horrified - and pissed - at the concept.
"Well, there was no way of knowing whether it was one of their tricks until I pressed the button. Buuut," he says with a nudge to Steve's foot under the table, "looks like not. This is definitely no part of the Nevernever I've ever seen."
"Yeah, okay, Mom," he says but it's without any bite and he does start in in the fries. They're good fries. He shoves the massive plate over an inch or two to prompt Steve to try some. You don't just get fries for yourself, after all. Fries are a shared experience.
"I'd've thought the facial hair would've made it hard to call me mom." He picks up a couple of the fries when it's nudged closer, though, and more or less manages to keep cheese off his fingers.
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