( that's... so not what he meant. Steve grimaces around his boat of ice cream, mid lick like a goddamn dog. ) No, they're not... I'm a babysitter, I meant. ( they are not his flesh and blood children, that's... he's only 20, does he really look like he could have pumped out 6 kids??!?!?! that's his longterm goal, 6 little nuggets, but emphasis on longterm. he sure ain't there yet! )

You know. Ice cream? ( Steve repeats, as if that clarifies anything. because who the hell doesn't know what ice cream is??? that's just ridiculous. almost as ridiculous as babysitting someone only two years younger than you. ) So is this some kinda... D&D thing, or what? It's a... ( Steve snaps his fingers, trying to help his sore brain in the recall department. ) Escort. Escort mission. Right?

( Steve doesn't really wanna talk about why he's bruised, so he deflects masterfully. ) What the fuck is a garrote?