"...Oh, wow," Bobby said quietly. That was...kind of intense, but if he had to get a scar, saving kids was a damn worthy way to do it, he supposed. He rubbed absently at his cheek, as if Em talking about it could some how make it manifest or something.

When she smiled, his own smile returned. "It's safest. I stick to dessert." And they both knew what kind of dessert Bobby made. "Speaking of cooking, shall we head out and see how dinner's coming?" and finally open the box that Em had gifted them with, once they joined John.