Make that... disposable clothes tomorrow. And Jack. But he's not disposable. You-- I think you'll have your hands full tomorrow trying to beat that out of us.

[He knew for a fact it was instinct-- maybe she'd be better off teaching them how to work with that instead of against it. But she was the teacher and the thought of her learning once upon a time made him smile]

I seriously doubt I'll be wearing a battle-dress, mom.

[Said with a smirk as he sipped some tea]