"No," Sam's mouth twitch, "but blowing steam verbally sometimes has it's uses. Like making you feel better. Even for a moment. And maybe even keeping these good folks from one less client." Though Sam could admit to himself, that while getting it out of there system might keep a lot of people from finding comfort in a bottle of beer, he himself tended to need a little help. Sometimes a good beer could go a long way.
He gave a low appreciative chuckle. "If anyone deserves to complain and deserves beer it's us. Man, I could handle Jim as a teenager." He was a little ass but he really could. His brain could work around that. It was just the having Jim older than their own father, much older. It was just weird. He didn't think on the fact that he was a few years older than Winona, his mother. Because a few years, as strange as that was, wasn't decades off. Shaking his head, at the entire strangeness of it all, Sam let out a sigh. "At least we know he gets to live to a ... healthy, old age. Very old." His mouth quirked up again, teasing. He might have been mistaken but his .. err, younger brother seemed to have a fondness plentiful, filling food from what he could tell from the picture provided.