[Listen. It's not proper fish and chips unless you douse it in vinegar, salt it to high heaven and then pretend your blood pressure isn't a thing. Don't worry about it Winston... She's getting him fish and chips sometime.]

Two years? Bit long for a holiday that. But when you've been all over one world, might as well start work on exploring a second!

[Oh, hello there. Having spotted something very important in the shop window, Tracer blinks to the door, slips inside and waves at Winston through the glass.]

Get a move on Winstooon, you're gonna love what I've found in here! [Totally adding a sing-song tone to his name there.]