"Your impressions need work," he says dryly - hating himself a little bit, nonetheless, for being able to pick up on the shreds of Guzma's accent they're effecting. "So does your cover story."

The fact that their kids, much as he also hates to admit it, helps a tad. Kids are smart. Smarter than most people give them credit for. They know when to start lying when it's most convenient, and sometimes they'll lie just to see how far they can push a story. Just because they can.

"So what is he calling you right now?"