Flynn snorted. "He probably is doing something stupid. A trait he has in common with his old man." But he smiled. "But he's intelligent and capable enough to get himself out of most of the trouble he gets into. In that, he's got his old man beat."
"Unfotunately, there's nothing we can do about it one way or the other, from what you say." It hurt, to set Sam aside. It always hurt. But Flynn'd had over a thousand light-cycles of practice in making himself do so, and he did it now. "So the question is, my apprentice: what can we affect, in this new world we find ourselves in?" He grinned. "You mentioned ice cream? I can't tell you how much I've missed ice cream. For some reason it just never tasted the same in there to me."