That was absolutely the wrong time to drink some of his wine, because just a liiiiittle of it goes up his nose at that last part, and he has to hastily handle the glass to an Attendant even as he’s laughing. “Maybe!” he cackles, flopping back again. “You shoulda been a girl, then- our youngest is, and I think we’ve spoiled her ta high heaven.”

His fingers tap along the couch cushions. “Probably woulda spoiled her more if we hadn’t been piss poor, ha. But I think that helped keep her humble, too.”