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Okay, I'm here. What now?

... You don't have a plan, do you? Didn't think so.

"Spongetastrophe"?

What, did you get bitten by a radioactive pot scrubber?

It's supposed to be a clever combination of "sponge" and "catastrophe". It's this thing she does with me.

Oh man. You got a punner.

...On the bright side, it could be a lot worse?

Good point.

Then again, depending on where she takes you--if she does take you anywhere, that is--"worse" could come on pretty quickly.

[way to be a downer, Jaime.]

I doubt anywhere is worse than my own world.

Careful. You'll jinx it.

I'm not too worried. Whatever it is, I can handle it.

Peter!

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What have I told you about rushing into things without a plan, Pete?

Gabriel. You're not making waffles again, are you?

To... not.

[NOT AMUSED FACE.]

Does ma know about this?

About what, exactly?

I do other things. [Yes. Yes, he is.]

Is everything alright?

That her son is out gallivanting does God knows what. Come home, Pete.

I know. I was kidding. [he can still do that. Sometimes]

Everything's fine. Don't worry.

I have a home, Nathan.

You like living alone and hours away from your family?

Come on, Nathan. The last person you want at a family dinner is a suspected terrorist.

If you turn yourself in, we can figure this out. Then you could come back to the table. Be a part of Thanksgiving again.

If you need help..

No. Your place is with Noah.

Right. One big happy family. Give me a break.

... You.

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