“You haven’t known lazy until you’ve experienced 2019,” Steve says as he heads for the counter. “I can turn my lights off with my voice. It’s real spaceship type shit.”

He takes Robin’s clothes as they wait behind the customer currently at the register, and then visibly winces when she says that she isn’t seventeen yet. He doubts that she’ll be thrilled with her living arrangements.

“Well, this place gives you an apartment,” Steve begins, and then turns his wince toward her. “If you’re eighteen.”