"Y'all throw me in a snowbank, you'd best be having Sammy fly you away real fast because otherwise you're both going down." There was no way in hell she'd be able to actually take the two of them down, sober or drunk, but it was a fun threat anyway.
"I remember when we got the one light," she nodded, voice briefly taking on an exaggerated air of reverence. "It was a big deal. That's excitement here. Stop lights. All fancy with their three different colors. There was a good month after that where Daddy would just point it out every time we drove by."