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"That's by design," Jack says mildly, knowing that it sounds bad. "They were originally intended for military use. It's kind of like those vehicles they have in your time... Humvees? Civilians wanted them too."

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April finishes browning her marshmellow, placing it carefully on top of a cracker and a chocolate piece, letting it melt before placing another cracker in place.

"A lot of common-day things aren't used to their original designs."

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"Yes, quite. It's a shame, though." It's that scary thing Victor thinks of every now and again... the chaos, the violence that would come from everyone being exceptional (or at least, getting to buy upgrades like that). It's like having a concealed weapon without a need for a license.

It's taking her a little longer with the fire. She's being extra cautious not to burn her marshmallow.

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Jack burns his marshmallow a bit, but he doesn't seem to mind. He lifts it up so he can blow out the flames, then smoothly mashes it onto his graham-cracker-and-chocolate combo. "This stuff is amazing. We don't have graham crackers in my century."

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Once her s'more is cool enough, April shares it with Jonathan, letting him taste the new treat.

"No graham crackers?"

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"That is a little nuts. Though, perhaps understandable, considering their origin."

She smushes her own marshmallow into her s'more, getting her fingers sticky in the process. She offers it to Anya first. Athena pouts, and starts to warble, but Vic says, "I'm makin' you one, too, don't you fret."

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Jack laughs, a little delighted that she knows about that. "Naturally. You people from this century are so... repressed." He takes a big bite out of his s'more, half-closing his eyes as he savors the taste of the marshmallow treat.

"Not that there's any science behind it, but that never stopped anybody."

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April doesn't get the reference. So she sort of feels unable to comment to the conversation.

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It's okay. Victor will fill her in, in the best way she can without filling the children in on it. "A minister, Mr. Graham, the creator of graham crackers believed, just as Mr. Kellogg believed, that bland foods would keep young males from... doing that thing that ministers get rather uptight about."

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Jack waggles his eyebrows to complete the explanation, without corrupting young ears of course. (And that is also weird to someone from the 51st century, that something so natural would be considered a 'corruption'. But he respects their customs while he's their guest.) "That's why attractive people are considered to be 'hot.' Spicy foods meant a spicy... attitude. Or so they thought."

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"That is very interesting. I never knew that." But she can see how a person could believe that.

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"Yeah, it's weird. Is that why they stopped having them in your century? On principle?"

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"Sort of. They weren't as popular except in niche markets, and with the colonization of hundreds of worlds, the recipe got lost somewhere."

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"I can't imagine all the different things that changed since your time."

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"It must be crazy to be back in the twenty-first."

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"Hey, I used to hang out in the nineteen-forties for fun," Jack says with a laugh.

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"I would imagine those were fun times."

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"You really look like a 1940s fellow. You've got that classic hair, the jaw, the dimples."

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"Well not all of the Blitz was fun, but the atmosphere even in the air raid shelters was an experience. Very British, stiff upper lip and all that, dames singing to keep the morale up, that kind of thing."

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"What other timelines did you experience?"

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She listens attentively, sneaking Athena her s'more and finally starts the process for herself.

That's when Jude bounds in. "Can I make one too?"

"Sure, grab a skewer."

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"I've been to all kinds of different times," Jack says, putting another marshmallow on his skewer to make another s'more. "I used to be a Time Agent, and the Agency sent me to missions all over space and time."

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April is only going to make the one s'more. She doesn't require food as much as a regular person, and already savored her treat.

"Any particular mission stand out in your mind?"

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Delightful melty, melty chocolate. For years she's been trying to keep herself from scarfing down her food (an unfortunate side-effect of being kept without food for some time), and she focuses hard on taking little bites.

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