When she asked about his sister, Ollie chuckled a little bit. "Yeah," he nodded his head, smiling at the thought of Allie. He knew that compared to other sibling relationships, Ollie's relationship with Allie was probably strange and codependent. But for their whole life, the two of them had been the only constants in one another's life. He shrugged a shoulder. "My twin sister," he said with a little shrug. "She's sort of the indoor sort, you know? It's not that she couldn't defend herself if she had to, but she's just…" he didn't want to say that she wasn't strong enough. She was strong, just not in the way that was most "useful" nowadays. "She's a great person and she means well. She really does. And for the most part I'd be lost without her."
Ollie saw the hesitance with which she drank and he figured that it was reasonable. She didn't know him from a hole in the ground, so he couldn't imagine that she would be instantly comfortable accepting a drink from him. Watching as she made a face and mirrored his cough, Ollie barely stifled a laugh, instead just letting out a low chuckle. "Stronger than I remember it being," he mused. The last time he'd had it was in celebration of the Guggenheim heist that he and Allie had planned to honor the second anniversary of Uncle James' arrest. "Brings back some memories, too," he mused, not meaning to open himself up for questions, but it was too late to take it back now.
Her reaction made him smirk a little bit. "It is. It's better mixed, I think. Kind of an acquired taste without mixers or chasers, but I don't think it's that bad," he shrugged a shoulder as he looked down at the glass in his hand. He supposed, for himself, that it was more of a nostalgia thing. His smile gave that away; not genuine but not insincere, either. He paused when she asked what proof it was. It was funny, because with all the times that he'd drank this, he had never checked. He shrugged, then gathered the bottle from his backpack and looked at the label. "Eighty," he finally told her, handing the bottle over to her so that she could look for herself. "So, noted. If we do this again, find something other than Cognac?" he half-smiled. "I just figured that it'd give us a good buzz."
Smoothing a hand through his hair, he turned and looked at her again. "So, what about you?" he asked, tracing the conversation back to where it had started. "Any siblings?"