[ Peter's ability to make unimpressed faces has been honed to a fine point by a year with Neal, so this one goes on for decades. ]

You guys make a lot of assumptions about genetics for somebody so obsessed with 'em. [ So, you know. No relation. ] Tell you what. If the wrong side of history is the not racist one? I'm okay with that.

[ He inclines his head just a little bit at Steph, brows up, amicable. ]

You okay with that?

[ It's just a guess, but he imagine she might be, ha ha. Also: what the hells are True Leithians, anyway? Planetists?? Birthers?? Whatever they are (racists), that's apparently not the answer their evangelizing friend is looking for, as he turns a couple shades redder and jabs a finger at Peter's chest. ]