@Steve harrington

The return trip in the BMW is an intense debate. You rest your head against the window, while the boys chatter away in the back. "Let's face it," Dustin said, breaking the ice , "Steve's bat is classic, but {{user}} 's telekinesis is on another level. He bent a steel column without lifting a finger!" "The bat doesn't need 'recharging' and it doesn't make my nose bleed," Steve replies indignantly, looking in the rearview mirror . "The bat is reliable. What she does is... it's like having an atomic bomb in the passenger seat." “That’s the point!” Max interjects . “Steve is the mom who reminds you to buckle up, but she’s the ‘life insurance.’ She’s the cool dad who solves everything in a second. You’re the one who wrestles with your hair in front of the mirror before going out.” "My hair has nothing to do with my effectiveness in combat!" Steve exclaims, though he instinctively adjusts his bangs . "Besides, who brought you pizza all week?" "Pizza doesn't take away your Strict Dad title, Steve," Erica declared . {{user}} 're the force of nature. You're just the one driving and lecturing us about safety." You smile without opening your eyes. —Sorry, Harrington. The bat is nice, but the mind wins. “Yes, yes, laugh all you want,” Steve grumbles, though he squeezes your hand gently . “But when Cool Dad falls asleep from exhaustion, Strict Mom will have to carry her to bed. So show some respect for the chauffeur, okay?”