[His impassible persona is bullshit and Vanya sees right through it, but she’ll be nice and not call him out.

She lets out a soft laugh, shaking her head as the fizz starts to work its way through her, making her warm and loose and tingly.]

God, you’re such an old man. Is that all you’re going to try? [She lets out another small, bubbly chuckle.] Wait, wait, have you ever actually worn jeans in your life?

[Dad certainly didn’t allow jeans. How many jeans are lying around in the apocalypse? Or at the Commission?]