[He bites back any smug smile, though the fact he has to do that results in a tiny one. Enough that Harrison can tell he is aware of his dad joke sin and hasn't got any urge to apologize for it. That's just what men of a certain age do, damn it, better to embrace the awful cracks than spend time feeling guilty for it. He responds to Harrison's new stance, though, propping up one ankle over his knee and leaning an arm against the back of the chair. Comfortable. Companionable. At ease.]

Exactly. [He points for good measure.] What kid doesn't know the sacred names of McDonald's, Burger King, Taco Bell, Kentucky Fried Chicken, Wendy's, Pizza Hut. Dunkin' Donuts. Hell, Starbucks builds right next to itself and still rakes in fame and fortune. Probably know all those names and more, or whatever's popular where they are, before they hear the likes of kings and queens and presidents. Gods and their kids. Hercules, Odysseus...that's all after.