Vance's parents were the worst, hands-down. Rob feels like shit for even going here with the conversation, and it is his fault. The whole fake marriage concept has been bugging him since this mission started. He's tried to keep it bottled up and not object to what they had to do, but... he hates it.

The face he's making could double as the face he'd make if he got a mouthful of asparagus when he was expecting chocolate and couldn't spit it out politely. Robbie has told himself since he was a kid that he wouldn't be like his parents and do marriage for the wrong reasons, yet here he is. Even if it's fake by consent, he still feels like he's messed up.

"Apparently, I don't," he mutters, because Robbie's mouth has no off switch. He really can't complain more than that, because the Baldwins were paradise compared to the Astroviks. Then, more loudly, he says, "Which way do we go?"