"One day when we're near a kitchen during the holidays you'll find out this is exactly how the apocalypse would go."

He settles his hand on the other half of the controller. "This seems like it'd be easier with two controllers. Do they have another one over here?"

One arm around Connor's midsection, one on half the controller and resisting that urge to move it like that'd make the little Playskool style people move faster, it is a little awkward. But maybe this game is supposed to be awkward. (Okay, so this onesie does make him pretty comfortable to hug, he has to relent and admit that.)

Alright. Time to chop some lettuce.