Staas giggled as he was poked. "That's good, dude. I was about to make sure you knew it was an actual key, not, like, a metaphorical one. A key to all samurai secrets or spidey sense or anything. Anyway, if you come in and move anything, we'll just blame the devil duckies."
He kicked lightly at Ira's ankle in retaliation, then settled back further into the couch. As soon as the program was over, it would be near bedtime for the kids, and Staas was looking forward to the quiet.