"Okay, okay, Mom. Jesus." She laid back on the bed. She probably shouldn't have said anything about the beer. She hadn't even had any since her and Alfie got caught anyways. It shouldn't be that big of a deal. "I don't need to set anything on fire. I just think it would be cool if I could." The idea was cool.
"Well, that won't fit me. I get big ones. You should see them. I mean, they are like freak big, like those women we used to see on the daytime makeover talk shows. But still. Bigger than yours, at least." It wasn't meant to be an insult.