I am fairly sure that sounds more like a painful landing.

Is that a song or are you having a stroke?

All I'm getting from this is not to teach my kid to parkour until they're at least seven.

Are we sure they're not a stroke. Have we completely discounted this possibility.

I wasn't serious. I'm sure your dad was proud of what you did.

I have exquisite taste, don't come after my nineties/early twenties grunge and alt rock youngster moments.

At least you're not Peter. He's made Parker/Parkour puns already. Not about my kids, he doesn't know I want any. Just in general.

Foggy was a Barbie girl. Nobody could tell him otherwise.

I trust you not to hit them in the face. Kids seeing that would just need guidance not to try it themselves until they were trained for it at a much older age. ... then again I had a knife put into my hands at nine. I don't want that for my kids, though.

Excuse you. I was sometimes the Barbie. We traded roles.

If I ever start making dad puns I'm blaming you, you know. Have you ever thought to train, though? Not necessarily for vigilantism of course, but like... camps or something. Sharing the sport. I bet you'd be a great teacher and mentor.

Yeah, It was Stick. I'm sure he had a name at some point. Even odds on him having remembered it and just never sharing. ... or maybe he didn't remember it. Never got to ask. [Sometimes he forgets that Stick likely came to this life like Elektra did, a child soldier. Being named after his weapon as a constant reminder he was nothing but a weapon. A tool.

Stick had done a lot of fucked up shit, to Elektra more than Matt. He always kept her name, though. Maybe that meant more than Matt ever realized.

Maybe he was just deliriously tired.]

That was a good movie.

A lot of coaches are retired athletes, aren't they? They compete first, then they teach. I'm sure the kids would love it. There aren't always that many options for hobbies when you live there.

Yeah, I saw it with Karen and Foggy.

Probably no fake fighting, but maybe your friends could roleplay other kinds of stories.

I think Karen did get me a pink tie. I can't tell if it was or not, I just put on what she gave me and sat where she told me to. When she's organizing an event, I just get out of her way and do what I'm told.

That sounds like a plan, then. I'll give you my mom's number since she runs the place and let her know to expect a message from you. You can coordinate all the details, or she can get you to the person who handles them. I kind of just show up randomly and do things, but I'm repeatedly told to stop doing that.

I know what I'm good at and it's not organizing movie nights. How do you know I even have a good voice to sing?

[He does have a decent voice, but still.]

My mother isn't big on me being spontaneous. Which in this case amounts to the same thing.

I'm sure they could use donations if nothing else. Thank you.

You know bad singing hurts from my ears to my soul, Kate. You want to make me listen to it?

Probably. He was a lot more spontaneous. Solid though in the ways that mattered.

It's definitely needed.

... maybe. Yes. I sing in the shower.

That's tough to pick just one. Probably him teaching me how to box. Or sometimes he'd wake me up after he got back from a match and we'd go out for late night pizza or pancakes. Maybe a seven year old shouldn't be up at 1 in the morning eating carbs, but I had fun.

You're going to make me put on a tux for these events, aren't you.

I might not be terrible, but I don't know that I can trust everyone at a karaoke bar.

Yeah, I guess that's true. Some things are universal. We didn't have a lot of money to go many places, but it was nice to hang out. And when there were things like free days at the museums he'd take me.

I mean, if I don't have to go suck up to rich people, I'll gladly be washing my hair that night. I just thought since it was the orphanage you'd ask me to go.

Do our friends have good voices?