"Tony!"

Bruce smacked Tony's hands when they wandered too close to the ingredients. "If you eat everything now, then there will be nothing to eat later."

Alessa gave a small, crooked smile of amusement as she started to help Bruce cook lentils, humming to herself.

"Besides, the daughter was far from a woman at that point. She couldn't have been older than sixteen." It was simultaneously fascinating and horrifying, how many teenage girls were married with kids where he went. "The stories I could tell you. One time in Honduras, a man offered to kill the person of my choice if I treated his gunshot wound. I think his one caveat was that they couldn't be twelve or below."

Alessa liked the stories. She tilted her head towards him despite the fact it didn't affect her hearing at all. "What did you say to that one?"

"I patched him up and asked him to never come back. I didn't like Honduras very much."