Tasha grinned back at her dad, then looked up to kiss the bottom of Thomas' chin. It was easy, given their relative heights. Tasha wasn't short, but Thomas was tall. "Hey, you," she said lovingly, and gave him a squeeze. "I missed you."

"Thank you," Spectre said to Peter, and though he planned on studying them more intently later, started flicking through the pamphlets briefly. On one particular page he giggled, then looked up and blushed. "Sorry. Cute kid..."