[The first bit of what Blake says has him chuckling, maybe because of the sudden rush of much stronger alcohol going through his system- or maybe it's just all these coincidences leading to Blake already knowing a disturbing amount about all this shit. Meteorite test tube babies really isn't that far off at all.]

So I take it you must've talked to Rose Lalonde, too. My daughter.

[He shakes his head, a smile playing at his lips.]

They're not condom break babies, that's for damn sure. They're a little more scientific. Bit ain't like it changes anything. They're still my crotch dropping, even if they came from a lab.

[He actually sounds really serious about that. There might've been a time when he was hesitant to claim them as his own, but being here, living a semi normal life with them, it makes it a love easier to claim them as his children. He's fucking proud of who they've become. He doesn't hesitate to claim them anymore.]

Life might be easier if they'd come from a broken condom, but hey. Family's family, right?

[He gives Blake a nod, before downing his second drink as well.]

I'll give you that, I guess. Carter ain't exactly the most common of names. Blake, though. That's a bit more believable. [A small pause, as he thinks about it.] Which d'you prefer, then? Carter or Blake?