Sometimes Kate felt like staring, too. But for her it was more because she thought her mother was a fairly pretty woman, in her own way, and she just couldn't quite wrap her mind around how... unpretty Buck could make the same face, with his permasneer and his half closed eyes.

"Preachin' to the choir, son," Buck replied, annoyance somewhat abated by the fresh, if as of yet unlit cigarette in his hand. He shook his head. "We didn't need none of that shit back in the day. No sir."

Kate sighed. "I can fix it," she said. "'Less it was porn again, in which case I'm making Moosh deal with it, and his trauma via ladybits is gonna be all on you."

"Now, I am hurt, Katie," Buck replied, giving her a mock offended look as he lit the cigarette. "I ain't sayin' I ain't a man with needs, but like I'm sure your --" He glaned at Luke. "-- tall friend here can tell you, a man can also put those needs aside for nobler deeds."