"Hi!" says Tony. "Apparently now I'm an interdimensional expert on spontaneous teenage relatives."

"That is the weirdest job title of all time. High five." She proffers her hand.

He high-fives her, then leans over to give her a kiss.

Kisses! "So who else has a spontaneous teenage relative and do I need to go hug the spontaneous teenage relative? I could do that now, I can go places."

"Amariah now has a thirteen-year-old daughter named Helen, we're not actually sure why beyond some kind of 'it made sense at the time' deal while she was stranded. And you can totally go hug her if you want, I support the hugging of spontaneous teenage relatives." He plops onto the edge of the beanbag and hugs Soph. "But it didn't look like she desperately needed one or anything, they seemed to be getting along okay."

Hugs. "Well, that's good, nobody needs to not get along with the people of whom they are spontaneously teenage relatives. I guess Amariah was flailing around and Bella recommended you?" (Soph is not accustomed to calling her sister Juliet; that is what Sherlock calls her.)

"And nobody was being teleported to Canada or anything either, I hope?"

"No Canada involved whatsoever!"

"Good. Boo, Canada, it is cold."

"Aww, you're gonna hurt Canada's feelings."

"It is Canada. It will apologize for being cold and offer me a donut."

"Aww, poor Canada."

"Someone should hug it."

"I believe it is being hugged by some oceans."

"Whew, okay, good."

"Canada is in a committed relationship with its oceans. They keep each other cold."

Tony cracks up. Again.

"I like making you laugh."

"You're really good at it!" he giggles.

"It's not really hard." Pause. Eyelash-bat. "Phlogiston."

He cackles helplessly.

Soph grins and squirms happily and hugs him again.

Hugs! Hugs and kisses. Extremely giggly kisses.