Mal tried not to be a stiff board when Mari came over to her with a hug of a doom. Mal wasn't anti-hug per say, but sometimes Mari's overly bubbly-huggy personality sort of made her wanna puke. Maybe she just had some sort of stomach virus at the moment where everything that would make AJ go into a diabetic coma would cause her to upchuck all over Mari's lovely china. She tried to gently hug her back and just nodded. "Fine. Just fine."
And she was fine at the moment. There was still the issue of the kid in the room where Mal wasn't going to say squat about anything until he had run off to play with his toys elsewhere. "Yes please. Wine if you have it. White Zinfandel preferably." She peeled Mari off of her and glanced over at the kid. She smiled. "And how is my favorite little nephew?"