[ Harrison draws his legs back to make space for Cisco and though he rolls his eyes, he seems quietly grateful that he comes over to sit by him, all too willing to change the subject. He cranes his neck over in the direction of the console, squinting. ]

We have them. They don't look like that.

[ Not that he knows much more than that. Video games had never really held Harrison's interests, and he was fairly sure that wasn't just on his Earth. But seeing Cisco bounce up and pick out a disc and talk enthusiastically about it as he puts it on, he can't help but be mildly intrigued, tilting his head to one side at the screen. ]

Mario. [ Another universal constant, it seems. ] Is this what you do in your spare time, Ramon? Level design?

[ He's trying to sound gruff, he really is, but the smile slowly spreading across his face betrays him. ]