He picked up the bottle, turning it around to read the label. His liquor cabinet couldn't fit any more drinks even if he wanted to, but it was something to consider for the next round of restocking. Probably had to do it before Christmas, too; he didn't think anyone was keen in him stabbing a few people to get his alcohol.
"The kids? They're fine. Daughter just showed up-" a momentary pause, his brows furrowing a little.
"Dunno'. Don't remember. A little while ago I guess. They tend to pop up, say hi n' then go off and do their own thing. But what do I care, huh? They're old enough to run around and do whatever they want to."