"Oh..." Tom said, confusing still clinging to his features. He cocked his head at Mike and gave him a little grin.

"I mean, well, yeah. Of course I do," he said, laughing a little. "I thought that was kind of...general knowledge, or whatever." He shrugged, leaning to wipe mashed peanut butter off Flo's cheek.

"It's just...you know. Not on the table." He gave Mike a reassuring smile. "It's no big deal. Really."