"I mean, only because it's true," Robin shoots back. "But hey, look at you go with your future tech." This–teasing him–feels so blessedly normal in the midst of everything else being completely sideways. The last few days have messed with her worldview beyond what feels fair and it only promises to get weirder.

The apartment is pretty boring, like something out of a catalogue. Robin starts to imagine what she'd do with hers before abruptly reminding herself that she's apparently got a room at the orphanage instead. Not that she has much time to mourn. Whatever moment they're having is definitely ruined by the mention of the U.S.S. Butterscotch.

"You have some kind of sixth-sense for butterscotch now, Harrington? I'm surprised you can detect that under all the blood, sweat, and who knows what was on the bathroom floor I was lying on."