Wash sets his chin in his hand and, for a second, just grins.

He suddenly feels weirdly young, sitting here and watching them.

It's easy to pick out bits of himself and Zoe in Naomi (Zoe more often than not, because, like he said once, even his wife's genes can beat him up in a fair fight); some of his mom and dad, too, here and there. There's none of Bernard and Tonks, as far as he can tell -- but, hey, it's got that five hundred year gap to contend with.

And who knows? Maybe it'll show up eventually.