Rogers considers. "Maybe? But your parents had stories of their own. And you read a lot."

He half-smiles, visible given that the lower half of his face isn't too deep into their (admittedly rather shallow) cabinets. "Maybe you got it from all three, and that's why you definitely remembered."

Although Rogers himself was never particularly good at heeding warnings, either way.

"She liked you, though. My ma," he adds. "Knew you had three times as much common sense as I did, at least. She probably hoped hanging around you would give me a little more."