“Wasn’t that your favorite cat?” Flura asked.
“Well, yeah…” Jared replied. He swirled the whiskey in his glass.
“And isn’t that the third time your uncle’s let him run around with a magic wand unsupervised?”
“And didn’t you have to pay out of pocket for what he did to your car last time?”
“Look, I see what you’re getting at, but you’re missing the point.” He downed the rest of his glass in one gulp. “Family forgives this sort of thing. It’s just what you do. Blood is thicker than water and all that.”
“You do know that phrase actually meant the exact opposite of what people use it for, right?”
Jared stuck out his tongue. “You’re lucky I do forgive family, Flura.”
Standing up to get them refills, Flura smiled winningly. “I’m sure I’d be out on the street if you didn’t.”