Astoria shook her head. "Don't think so. He's a giant ball of fluff, that one." Or at least that was how she thought of him. She knew what he was capable of in his anger, but weren't they all? "Hey, I was spared," she protested. Or maybe not. She was good at being in denial. She'd spent the past few months lying to herself just fine until it had all come crashing down around her. Astoria frowned. "You really aren't the black sheep though. I think you fit in perfectly." There was just something about Daphne that made her incapable of being a black sheep. She was different, but not completely. Daphne was a Greengrass through and through. She rolled her eyes but smiled nonetheless. "Of course, I love it. It's free alcohol." She did love Daphne, but that didn't mean she had to ever say it out loud. "They'll probably be stealing it." She shrugged. "But I am glad to know that I'm worthy." Not that there was ever any doubt about it. They were family.