Terry pulled her lips to a tense frown. "Sorry." He didn't specify, oy. Her glowering thoughts were interrupted by a beer sliding in her direction. "Oh, actually, I--" Am more of a hard liquor sorts. That was just rude, and probably alarming for an adult to hear.
She put her fingers around it, and let the can cool her fingertips. She watched Logan curiously. Funny how he made himself right at home. He seemed more comfortable than she did, and she'd been here for years.