Working for her siblings wasn't anything Fiona would balk at, but it was odd to hear it phrased that way, a bald fact that didn't take into account their circumstances. It almost made her sound like the kids' maid, which… okay, some days she felt like.

"Everybody contributes," she was quick to clarify as she set her own glass back up onto the bar. "Well, not the baby, but even the younger kids do odd jobs or babysit to help out. Team effort."

Having poured her own scotch, Fiona added a splash more into Loki's glass but then paused, bottle still poised in midair, and squinted as she reached out to rub a fingertip across the frosted surface.

"…the fuck," she murmured, and then flicked an uncertain glance up to Loki.