Eddie's reading over his latest lyrics because there are just a couple of words he doesn't really love and knows could be better, he's sitting on the floor with his back against Steve's couch, chewing the end of his pen as his eyes roam over the page. Jonathan is storyboarding ideas for photoshoots, papers spread out over the coffee table.
They're both only half listening as Steve tries to convince them, Robin and Nancy to go to Dustin's birthday gokarting experience with the teens because he doesn't think he can handle it alone.
"Steve, you love driving and you literally keep unruly children in check for a living," Robin points out. "I don't see the issue here."
"Robin's right, this sounds like your idea of a great day out," Nancy adds.
"It's going to be hell," Steve argues. "Every single one of those kids has a knack for putting themselves in danger and now they're going to be behind the wheels of moving vehicles. Have you seen Max's driving?!"
He presses his hand to his head like he's getting a headache just thinking about it.
"And I'm going to have to wear a helmet, which is going to destroy my hair. You know that's my best feature! I'm like that Sadson guy from the bible, if you ruin my hair you ruin the whole thing."
Robin rolls her eyes. "It's Samson, Dingus."
"Also, I'm sorry to break it to you Steve, but your hair doesn't even make the top three." Nancy admits.
Steve looks at her like she's said something crazy.
"What else is it gonna be?"
"Lips, eyes and hands," Jonathan says absentmindedly.
"Ass, chest and thighs," Eddie says at the exact same time.
The room falls silent. Eddie and Johnathan's expressions remind Robin of when Steve sobered up after Starcourt and realised he'd given the Russian henchmen his best friend's personal information.
"Oh my god." Nancy says like she's trying to hold back her laughter.
Robin is silent for all of five seconds and then turns to point at a gobsmacked Steve.
"I KNEW IT. I fucking told you, Steve!"