"Traditionally," Steph tells him solemnly, turning him to steer them both back up the hill, "diapers are a father's responsibility. I feed one end, you keep the other clean. Team effort."

Incontinence is all his.

"Do you have plans for today? I was going to ride out and check that electric fence we put in last week. Apparently there's a herd of velociraptors out west, and I don't know if I trust my wiring."