He still ducks down a bit at the bang, but it’s an instinctual reaction. He gets ahold of himself quickly. “Thanks for the warning. I know it’s not real, but that doesn’t really help to know when unexpected stuff jump scares you.”

Robbie watches the scene unfold, catching himself when present Cammie offers colour commentary. “I guess tiny you hasn’t gotten used to them, yet? Not like the rest of... your family? That must be your grandmother making the cocoa.”

There’s a pause where he takes stock of the memory, casting the familial roles. Robbie is a little jealous, truth be told, of her getting such a big hug from what might be her dad, and so he deliberately doesn’t ask about the man. “They seem really nice. I wonder if that’s why you didn’t buy the fake memory so easily. It didn’t live up to from-scratch cocoa.”