Deal? Delta ponders that for a while as he cleans up the kitchen floor and puts a 'do not use' sign on the dishwasher. And then he's too elbow deep in suds in the sink and his mind too much on the soup he's making for the twins' lunch for him to remember that until the airlock opens and there are cheering bodies hurtling through the house.

"Epsilon?" he calls even as he gains an Eta barnacle to his left leg. "I'm in the kitchen making lunch if you want some."