"Give us a bowl o' wot'r." Kevin chimed in with a proper British accent, catchin' sight of 'is sister 'avin a drink.
"Seriously, what's up with your mouth?" Riya questioned, her expression contorted into a comical mix of confusion and concern as she watched her brother deliver words like he'd suddenly misplaced his tongue.
"Language, young lady," Maria chimed in, her voice adopting a stern note as Riya let slip a curse in front of her brother.
Riya shrugged, her retort swallowed by the passing of the 'bowl o' wot'r' as she inquired, "Where were you disappearing to at this ungodly hour?"
"Ah, you know, just a little late-night store tango, getting some chores squared away for the impending doom of tomorrow," Kevin answered, diving into the 'wot'r' like it held the elixir of life itself.
