"I don't wanna have an argument with future you either," Sam chimed, "for the record. You're already scary enough as it is on your own." A slight smile cracked at that one, something that Michael himself couldn't help but grin at from across the table. That was better. Sort of.
Glancing between Faith and Michael, Sam slowly slid his hand away from Faith's and leaned in to, this time, give her a kiss on the cheek rather than the other way around. He probably would have kissed her right then, but Sam didn't want to violate any levels of potential kid rules as far as the parental kissing went. Safety first. "If anything, I can conclude that we should do all right here. You seem to be fairly cooperative and between Faith, myself, and the rest of the family we'll all deal with this situation accordingly. In the meantime..." Sam pushed his chair back and stood. "There's plenty of ice cream in the freeze. Or there will be, once I get it in there." On that note, he shuffled across the kitchen floor. Sam was actually feeling grateful for the opportunity to momentarily slip away from the table. As cooperative as Michael appeared to be, he still felt awkward about all of this and didn't want to spend more time than he felt able to with the kid. Not until he was ready. Maybe he'd invite him out to play basketball or something later. They must have done something like that together in the future, right? Sports. Father-son bonding. Sam was pretty glad his back had been turned at the thought, because his face twisted into a slight mask of confusion as he stooped down to scoop up the buckets of ice cream. Weird, weird thoughts indeed.
Glad that the conversation about rules and laws of the land or whatever was over, Michael looked back to Faith and smiled a bit. "I was talking to Ben about games earlier. Was he being serious when he said that Guitar Hero was the thing for right now? 'Cause that's a total classic where - I mean, when I'm from. You've got to special order those to even get them!"