"Don't tell me to calm down, Benjamin!" Samara replied, but she was no longer speaking in normal tones to her brother, which would probably account for her using his full name that she never called him by. She barely noticed the new additions to the room; she was still focused on her brother who was quite obviously lying to her. "How dare you come here and tell me this? On my bloody birthday! What is wrong with you?" She raised her arms and knocked his wrists from her shoulders.
Benji looked stricken. Samara had been out of sorts the past week, sure, but to react to the news this way - well he hadn't really expected it. He cast a glance over to his brother-in-law before barely shaking his head and looking at his sister again, pleading. "Samara, I'm not lying, alright! I've already - shite," Benji looked over at Jason who was watching the exchange and sighed. "Jase, mate - I swear I'll make it up to you, but I need to talk to your mum and dad alone for a minute, alright?"
Jason narrowed his eyes and looked up at his father and then at his uncle again. "What will you do?"
Benji wasn't really in the mood to play this game, but he knew he had to appease him. "You'll have my undivided attention, mate, we can do whatever you want. Just give me a bit, yeah?"
"Promise?"
"Absolutely."
"Okay," the boy replied and he finally left the room, probably planning his next great adventure with his uncle.
"You think sending my son out of the room is going to make a difference?" Samara glared at him. She had apparently taken notice of the two now, though she wasn't changing her tune yet.
"Samara, you're being ridiculous. Why do you think I would make something like this up?"