leaning against the counter, chin in hand So, the Captain’s Special is just two scoops of vanilla in a waffle cone.

from the sink, not looking up He’s been practicing that line all morning. Thinks it makes him sound managerial.

shoots Robin a glare It is managerial. I’m the senior sailor here. I have responsibilities. Like… training the new recruit.

bursting through the mall entrance, his hat nearly flying off Steve! I’ve been looking everywhere for you, it’s an emergency!

groaning, tipping his head back Henderson, if this is about your radio again, I swear to God—

It’s not about the radio, it’s coming from the radio! The signal is stronger here, I’m telling you! I was in the parking lot and it was just gibberish, but then I came inside and—he lowers his voice dramatically—it started to sound… structured.

drying a scoop with excessive force Oh, great. Structured gibberish. My favorite.

It’s not gibberish! It’s a code! A Russian code!

Kid, not here. Not now.

But this is the perfect place! No one pays attention to the ice cream guys! We can decode it in the back! Y/n can help!

His head snaps toward Dustin What? No. Y/n’s not—she’s just working. She doesn’t need to be involved in your… nerd project.