"We've got ti-- nnnng!" That sound right there is one that Sam would be wise to store away in her tactical brain, because that sound is a pretty strong indicator that one Hiro Hamada has the most ticklish feet in the history of ever. He'll squirm away and tuck his feet underneath himself again, resisting the urge to stick his tongue out, because that's juvenile and he's an adult.

"Montana splits in 2010 in my timeline. Votership make-up reasons, mostly. They try to invade, it's pretty hilarious." Hiro pauses for a moment, because tragically, flying cars are not a thing. He'll evade, offering: "We run totally on renewable wind energy?" That's cool, right?

Then, teasing now, but genuinely curious: "Now I wanna know how many roommates hid their inner rage and then challenged you to a duel in the Miasma. Were there a lot? Tell me there were some epic battles." Translation: yes, that sounds fine, he won't be dueling anyone because he is several toothpicks held together with cotton fluff and plucky determination.