"I don't know. Probably not. Your world and mine. Not that different, really." They nudge him over a little with a single metal finger poke to the thigh, so they can get to a cabinet under his dangling legs, in the kitchen of the Invincible working on lunch while they munch. "The mixing and the kneading. I tried making bread once. Never again, not without help. Dough between the plates is worse than dirt."