"I mean, his secretary does seem lovely. She always sends you nice presents in his name, anyway." That was always fun to come home to, the guessing game alone when coming home to a mysterious package wrapped in expensive black wrapping paper. Norman Osborn certainly had commitment to an aesthetic.

Looking at Matty, Sam tried a smile. Without seeming confrontational. "I'd be down to meet his dad. Now he's met Bobby, so." And Bobby was the closest thing he had to a dad and he wasn't a dick like their actual dad.

"Sorry I ain't got a secretary that sends presents," Bobby threw in, while reaching for his beer. "I got Rufus around sometimes. You can meet him, Harry, bet he'd love you."