“C-Can you believe Beth sometimes? L-Like she was any better than you kids when she was- urp -young.” Rick said, fiddling idly with his portal gun. Most would assume that this was when he popped a portal into the floor and slid off the couch-- Beckoning one of the Smith children on another harebrained adventure for some menial task.
However, this time, it was merely to check that it wasn’t broken. Can never be too careful with interdimensional travel devices. No, they were on ‘house arrest’ until the two Smith parents returned from their ‘therapy date’. No ‘crazy shenanigans whatsoever’ as they put it. So he merely examines the glow inside the tube before his gaze flicked to the blue-haired Smith.
“’Check the emergency numbers on the fridge if something goes wrong.’ R-Right,” he began, moving to take a swig of his flask (despite being told no drinking). “like any ambulance is gonna get you twerps to the hospital faster than me.”