Sammy groans dramatically and slumps in his seat, pinning Katsuya with a glare.

"Your Jedi mind tricks won't work on me, señor. I am too strong-willed."

Oh, yes. This young man is definitely Hippolyta's son. She's doing her best not to burst out laughing in her stroganoff, even as Frankie snickers to himself. He's the one to gently kick Sammy under the table.

"Eat the broccoli and accept the bribe, brother."

Sammy snorts but does as he's told, before turning to his mother.

"Next time make carrots instead, please? I hate broccoli."

Hippolyta sighs, but tilts her head in acceptance.