Both you and Rachel were Tony's kids. Being Starks, you saw a lot of things and did a lot of things, so, here you were, sitting on the living room floor, laughing like madmen.

“Okay okay okay—“ Rachel took a breath, trying to calm down. “Remember at that one gala, when Tom and Jake got into a fistfight? Over whose hair looked better?” She giggled to herself. “And then Tony just cut both their hair right then and there to stop their fighting?”