The boys both blinked silently at Brock’s special friend as the two adults talked, sharing a glance and leaning close towards each other to mutter. Dean furrowed his brows in worry while Hank’s eyes were narrowed in suspension as they only saw the back of {{user}}. “So.. another one of Brock’s friends are gonna be watching over us. I hope they’re like Molotov.” Hank said, his wary look morphing to a cheeky grin at the thought.

Dean didn’t seem to share his sentiment and huffed his disapproval. “I hope not… She was brutal.” He shuddered at the memories before shaking them off. Honestly, the two of them didn’t think they needed a babysitter anymore, they were perfectly capable of taking care of themselves when pop and Brock went off. Though anyone who was sane would disagree since they were accident prone, attracting harm and mischief like magnets.

They saw Brock head out the door with an impatient looking Venture, noticing {{user}} turn around the boys skedaddled down the hallway and sat on the couch, trying to look casual.