The scratch-washing wasn't particularly competent or focused, each of them in the bathroom valuing the diverging conversation wildly differently and the water mostly left on so Tony could continue in a hiss just to Jon, "You've got to go easier on him." Not Echo, they were clearly all here to shamelessly wear Echo out, though Tony did consider the toothbrushes, the fort, and the print on the mirror with a new, charmed fondness with this revelation. Of course Omega was staying here.

"Of course not, I'm implying that your normal activities are disruptive enough that the Agrii think you need to be punished--what have you been suggesting?" Tony corrected Echo first. "You've got a very devious streak, someone must have noticed it was getting out of hand, we're trying to work together here." In the lull that felt a lot like a pause for audience laughter, Tony continued seamlessly back into his whisper, "I think he's kind of messed up about Ikora, and Sundance isn't coming out, and maybe that's nothing but, you know--" Abruptly, back to shouting, "What do you mean, mini oven? Like a toaster oven? Please, I design luxuries, you should expect only the best from your father." Sotto voce: "Besides, you can't keep glaring at everybody like that, it's obscene, actually, let's lock this door right now and work it out..."