"It was one car that one time," she complained, though she looked far more amused than annoyed.
"My pop owned a garage - some of the customers had really nice cars. One'a 'em was a Firebird. Was it my fault that my pop always left the keys to the garage where I could find 'em?" She shrugged as though the question were rhetorical (and in her mind, it was), reaching out to pick up her glass of water. Upon Fee's insistence on beer, she choked trying to wave the waiter down.
"Same as what she's gettin'," Charlie interjected - Karin and Rylee could have their healthy what-cha-call-it, but she was discovering that she had much more faith in what Fiona was thinking.