Fiona's thoughts were far from her sister's -- she rarely gave much thought to having had her ass pulled out of the fire. In her mind, things just happened the way they happened, and while maybe she hadn't had the best judgment when she was a teenager and young adult, she remained certain she'd have been fine without Karin's persistent attempts at intervention on her behalf.
But that was an old argument, one that she and Karin had had over drinks, usually ending with them laughing, many times since Fiona had become something suspiciously like an adult.
"Missouri's cool... well, I'm full of shit, I've never been to Missouri, even though I'm from Chicago, except St. Louis, and I'm pretty sure I was drunk the whole time, so I'm not sure it counts."
Then, without missing a beat,
"It's important to have somebody who'll lend you their car or bail you out or have your back when you talk too much shit," she said, grinning as she looked at Karin sidelong. "You guys both from there?"
She looked thoughtful, then, at her sister's comment. "But yeah, give me a burger any day of the week. Filet mignon's nice and all, but nothing beats a good burger. Except maybe good pizza. That's a tough call."
She looked over at Karin and narrowed her eyes. "So you're actually gonna order a meal, right? Not a side salad with half a breadstick?"
It wasn't that Fee wanted to call her sister out in front of her friends, but at the same time, maybe the peer pressure would actually get Karin to eat something.