"Yours, too?" Fiona asked, breaking into a unguarded smile. "Four of my five are brothers. Absolutely nothing is safe in our house, destructive little shits." This was all said, however, with an air of fondness that made it difficult to lend her complaints much weight. They were growing boys with Frank for a male role model, it wasn't as if they could help it.

"So no breaking things for you, or are you just better at getting away with it?" she asked, her smile shifting into a knowing smirk. God knew she'd broken enough in her own lifetime, even if she wasn't as prolific as Lip or Carl.