“They typically are but, sometimes I think it might have done me some good to actually have had one. Then again, I honestly wouldn’t be where I am now so…eh,” he muses, making a gesture with one of his hands. “That is a pretty true statement. And ah, well, you’re not alone in that department. Neither of us are. Plenty of people have their childhood ripped from them for a variety of awful reasons and some pretty stupid ones.”
“Well let’s have one now! We’re already making a good start. Macaroni and cheese, late night movies, running through the park like idiots — I’ve got some nerf guns back at the house, we could have a nerf war.” She skips ahead, grinning hugely, and walks backward for a little bit so she can look at him. “I know, I’m incorrigible.”
“They had better be Disney, Pixar, and Dreamworks movies or I’m out.” Tony teased, before letting out an amused laugh. “You realize that if you hand me a NERF gun, I’ll spend about an hour or more for ways to modify it? I’m not kidding. Better fire power, shooting speed, modify it to fit a larger clip, so on and so forth.” He raises an eyebrow, watching her walk backwards for the present moment. “Incorrigible? I’m not sure I’d call you that. Maybe a little eccentric.”
“If you /must/ modify nerf guns, do your own, don’t touch mine. I’ve already modded mine as far as I want, and I /have/ the chain gun version already. The cats love it,” she says conspiratorially. “And I thought eccentric was everyone’s favourite word for /you/, Mr St—Tony.” She turns back around. “How much farther?”