She blushes.

"I mean I don't know whether or not you want to have a private conversation with Grumpy Middle-Aged One!! But yes okay I will put on clothes. Where... are my clothes. I wasn't paying attention on account of how incredibly hot you are."

"I still don't have a shirt!"

"And you can get away with that in public because of sexist double standards!" She kisses the end of his nose and wiggles out of bed to go looking for her pants.

"I'm not going to object." He also looks for his pants, a process which involves a perhaps unusual amount of full wheel pose. "Although maybe I should get a shirt."

"You could get a shirt. It would be mildly tragic but you could. Aha! Pants!" Pants and underwear, even! Now how about her shirt...

He kisses her thigh while in full wheel pose, then regretfully stands up and puts on his pants. "Well, not if it's going to make you less happy, I won't."

She giggles. "Oh no. This is too much power. What do I do."

"Whatever you want."

"Gosh."

...She hugs him. Hugs are apparently the thing she wants to do.

She has such easy demands!

Right, okay. She has her underwear, her pants, her shirt, and her purple socks with tiny little bats on them. She is ready to go downstairs.

"I love your socks."

She blushes. "Thank you, they're incredibly embarrassing."

"No, they're incredibly cute."

"Okay. I will accept this. The socks are cute now, because you said so."

She kisses him on the cheek. This involves standing on tiptoe. He is so excessively tall and it is very good.

"Downstairs?"

He scoops her up. "Downstairs!"

Toni is drunk and sketching out Iron Maiden suit improvements. (Her diagrams are weird. They don't have any words on them.)

Tanya is GIGGLING DELIGHTEDLY BECAUSE ASHER IS CARRYING HER AND IT'S GREAT.

And just as Asher and Tanya emerge from the stairwell, the door opens.

The guy who walks in is:

(1) definitely an alternate universe version of Asher's dad, with the right face and posture and everything,
(2) wearing a black tank top with a familiar circle of light shining through it,
(3) maybe seventeen years old.

He stops. He looks at the three of them.

"I have... so many questions," he says.

"Oh, so there are versions of my dad that aren't girls, I was starting to wonder."

"Gimmie something to sober me up," Toni says to Bar, and drinks it in a single gulp.

"What is happening???"

"There's more than one universe. Milliways is a bar that occasionally transforms random doors into doors to itself where people from different universes can meet. Sometimes the same people are born in different universes. This is Tanya Stark, this is Toni Stark, and I am Asher Stark, and I'm pretty sure I'm your alternate-universe son."

...he looks at Asher and at Tanya and at Asher and at Tanya, with the expression of someone who is putting a lot of thought into deciding whether or not to comment.

Tanya blushes and covers her face. Oh no, it's the Ghost of Christmas Past come to remind her that her choices are terrible.