"Hm. Yes. I can see why you might want to electrocute him," said Noah dryly, glancing at the boy in question - 'Petey.' The toddler likely didn't even know he was being talked about. He looked somewhat crazed with fear, burrowing into his sister's arms, eyes white and wide. Noah sighed again, turning his attention to the teenage girl. She was giving the baby a strange, lingering look. Noah regretted coming over here. He should've stayed in the house and just smoked in his room. But, regretting things didn't change them. He knew that well enough. "Consider this some free advice - when babysitting, your one job is to try not to kill the children you're watching. It just ruins future prospects and makes for messy relationships."
He was kidding. Well, no. It was good advice, but he meant it in jest. "Or, if you're going to do it, choose something other than electricity. Because some of us have TV shows to watch."