He wasn't the only one starting to feel the effects of the alcohol. This stuff was dangerous. Setting the cap back on, she placed the bottle on the floor between their two chairs, within arms' reach if either of them were feeling adventurous enough to have more.
That was easily the most words she'd ever heard him string together. "Iris? Is that your mom? THat's... romantic."
The question about her being family gave her pause, and her brows knit as she contemplated her response. "I guess so. I don't know much about how that works, but we've been traveling together for almost ten years, if that counts." For most of the long-lived creatures employed at the cirque, ten years was nothing. For her, though, it was the longest time she had ever trusted or cared about another human being and had the feeling reciprocated. Did that make them... what did he call it... Familia?
She let her other leg uncurl from in front of her, assuming a languid position in her own seat. "How did you and your family hear about this place?"