Cormac sighed in a very put-upon manner. "You are never going to forgive the fact that Flint was the one to show up that day, are you?" he asked, taking the glass of wine with one hand and deftly getting peas into his daughter's mouth with the other.
Fatherhood had improved his already excellent multi-tasking abilities.
Casey regarded his wine for a long moment, tasting it. "Hmm. Still not convinced this stuff is any good."