Francis is a black teenager wearing a leather jacket and boots which are covered in mud. (He does not step on the papers.) He has three piercings in his left ear and he's wearing brightly colored eyeshadow. 

"Didn't know you were coming to visit today."

"Dad said I could. --Who's that?"

"It's secret."

"You and Dad always say it's secret like you're James Bond or some shit and then it turns out that you're trying to figure out the effect of a hundred-dollar increase in the child allowance on the work incentives of single moms with two years of high school education."

"How do you know that if it's secret?"

"I eavesdrop."

Is Kyeo meant to not introduce himself, if he's a secret? He looks uncertainly between the others.

"This is Kyeo and he can't tell you anything else about himself," Lev says, for Kyeo's benefit as much as Francis's. "How was JROTC today?"

"We learned to build IEDs," Francis says, in the bored manner of teenagers being questioned by adults everywhere. "What's for dinner?"

"You'll have to scrounge for yourself but Juanita made cookies."

"Nice!" Francis says, distracted by cookies.

"Save some for everyone else!" Lev calls to Francis's retreating back. "--He won't," Lev says to Kyeo as the door slams.

"He won't?"

"I mean, you know teenage boys. They'll eat everything."

"Not if they have been brought up to share responsibly."

"I guess? The kids already had theirs, though, and in the worst case I can get Juanita to make more tomorrow. --I guess you might want some."

"I have eaten, thank you."

"On Ibyabek the teenage boys don't end up devouring all the cookies?"

"I have not heard it said and do not recall it happening when I was a teenager."

"Wonder how you guys got that to happen."

"I have no children, I couldn't say."

"...you're very slippery."

"...slippery?" Kyeo says, rubbing his fingers together and finding a normal amount of friction.

"Obviously Cascadians are all different but if I asked a Cascadian a question like that they'd say-- 'oh, I don't have kids, but what my parents did to me was this thing' or 'I think it might be something about how gross our food was' or 'I read in an article somewhere that it's that' and you just... sort of give a nonanswer. It slips off. I learn fascinatingly little about Ibyabek from talking to you."