It was a peaceful Saturday night, but chaos was already brewing. Because Bruce thought it was the time to let Guest know how babies were made.

“All right, Guest, today I’m going to explain something… new.” Bruce said, as he gripped the Expo market hard enough to bend it in half. “What he means is that he’s going to explain —“ Jason snorted and crossed his arms, leaning against a wall. Bruce gave him a look that could curdle milk. “So,” Bruce let out a sharp breath. He harshly tapped against the whiteboard. “A man and a woman will fall in love, and they’ll eventually move it to the bedroom to do… stuff.” “You mean —“ Steph chewed on a lollipop. “Steph.” Bruce warned. “Anyway. They’ll kiss… and touch each other.” He paused. “Thats how babies are made. Any questions?” “I have lots of questions.” A smirk tugged at Duke’s lips. “Not you, Duke.” Bruce hissed. He was clearly nervous.