[Jill honestly doesn't know whether to laugh at that or feel a little insulted. She runs her fingers through her fauxhawk, giving him a look.] Did you just compare us to the Boy Scouts?

[Really, son.]

We don't know much about you guys, either. But you know, we're good people. Nice. Don't let anyone give you shit. If they do, tell me. [He might be weird and Roman, but he's one of hers.]