"I know. That was such a terrible oversight on our part. After all, you are the strategist in the family. Thank God, you're on our side." She reached over and squeezed his shoulder, smiling at Ron. Thirty-four years they had known each other, and their banter hand changed until now it was a sign of affection.
"If by jokes, you mean childish humour regarding bodily functions, then yes, you are the one to go to," she answered. "And complaining about being forced to study doesn't actually count. I'm pretty sure that you were too busy complaining to see where we were going; you'd never find the way back by yourself."