Hopefully Sam knows to be wise and bids her time, waiting until such a time as there's no other option to utilize this information regarding Hiro's massive ticklishness. Great power and great responsibility and all. But never fear; Hiro will discover a weakness Of Sam's sooner or later.

For now, though, he'll roll his eyes. "Right, right, 1812, maple leaves, Mounties, patriotism. Got it. Great. Moving right along -- do you normally get in head-to-head battles with strangers? Because if so: awesome. Vigilante-level awesome."

These rules get one of those genuine, lopsided grins. "Who am I gonna invite over? Some giant robots? The evil space pig? I think we're good on that front, dude." The dishes rule, predictably, gets a teenagerish eyeroll. "UGH, fine, if you insist."