Ballade just nods. "Uh huh. And they yell really stupid things sometimes, too. I'm not even 'sposta make toast without someone in the kitchen with me, and if I was a tin can I'd be smaller, and hollow... and made of tin."

"Ballade..," Quint tugs at the bigger boy's sleeve, something warning in his tone. He didn't want their 'cover' affected due to his younger brother making jokes about old slurs against robots. "Um, maybe we should be going to the library now."