"That doesn't mean I wanna have to deal with the two of you," Casey groaned.
"Do Mom and Dad know where you are? I thought I was a bad influence on you." Cormac followed him into the kitchen, Zhen-Mei on his hip, and started rifling through the cabinets looking for her food.
"That was before you got all married and settled. Now you're too boring to be a bad influence."