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"He is tough enough. Tough like Vitya," she agrees. She is proud of who her son is becoming, proud of the way he is handling the zombies and the apocalypse and life in the Dog Park. He is a good boy, one who makes Zhenya and Vitya able to say they are the happiest parents in the whole of Austin.
No, really; she swears they are.
"That is true. Hmmm. I will have to ask Vitya when he will ask Sasha. After his... becoming a man... thing." She waves her hand vaguely; she's not a boy, she reasons, so it's none of her business. She trusts Vitya. "I will see."
She taps her finger against a can. "Here is one without a label." She wrinkles up her nose. "I don't like when they don't have labels. You never know what it will be."