[ He might be largely focused on something else, but even half-listening makes it hard to miss the sirens that accompany Brainy’s words. Robbie doesn’t quite think of himself as a mass murderer, legal definitions being what they are.

But he’s thought it in the past, and others probably still do. He can’t help but wonder about Brainy’s mom. Is she the definition or interpretation of mass murderer?

Considering the source, she’s earned the term. ]

I’m glad you’re okay now. [ He flinches a little and shakes his head once. ] In a physical visible sense. You know, stipulating that you’re kidnapped, et cetera, et cetera. Standard set of cape caveats apply.

[ If there’s one thing Robbie’s gotten genuinely good at, it’s putting others needs first. If Brainy needs to vent, Robbie will listen. The mirror really doesn’t seem to be actualizing, while Brainy is. And there’s a lot more that can be done in an interactive conversation than staring at an unresponsive screen. ]

It’s not irrational or ludicrous. It’s biology, until I meet a humanoid that doesn’t thrive on nurturing.

[ Like he even knows that many aliens. ]

But... I don’t think the whole baking cookies, comes to all your childhood Events concept happens as often as you think it does. I don’t think my mom could bake store bought cookie dough. Not even the ones that came pre-sliced. She -

[ He wonders if she had any idea of what his security protocols were, if she’d agreed with them. Probably not. It doesn’t matter, but Robbie doesn’t feel right continuing to joke about her. A smile sounds the retreat to humour. ]

You think my brain is stealing the Impossible Man’s schtick? Ugh, but he’s so annoying. I only copyright infringe on the best. “Hi, kids, Captain Marvel says eat your zucchini!”