[He's more of a one-strap satchel kinda guy, but has he thought about getting a dedicated one? Absolutely not. Today, like all hasty trips to the Archive, is a precarious stack of Stuff. He adjusts his glasses, shrugging.]

Well, we didn't know it was called Earth. The Powers That Be aren't much fans of letting us know what's going on out there or what went on back then, you know?

[Gods, right. Fuck 'em. He settles down in a seat, thumbing at his sheet of notes while he considers Garlic Bread.]

Sure, I'll allow it. There's a photo of me somewhere out there that's supposedly a 'meme' already— so why not. [And after a beat, more seriously:] I am going to try it. But let me try your mother's recipe first, so I definitely get the important part done.