"Really?" Annabelle asks incredulously, and she laughs. She tries to imagine it, and makes a face. She muffles a laugh into her wrist, trying not to feel endured by the product of her imagination. "I'll bet that's real fun, actually."

She thinks he would be handsy, though, having recently learned a thing or two.

"Maybe some other time, though," she says around another laugh, gently nudging Susan this time. "We're already twisting his arm to come at all. The unexplored joys of your drunken brother will have to be an adventure for another time."