David breathed a chuckle when that throw pillow thumped into him, and he shook his head at the offer of finishing the bottle. "I'd better save some for the morning," he murmured thickly, taking that pillow that had smacked him and curling his arms around it, nestling in against his sister.
"Yes, talk to me about what products you're carrying. We're carrying? Tomorrow, we'll sort out the details tomorrow," he sighed, looking up at the ceiling as he let that golden haze settle over him.
"What kind of organic skincare exists in this world?" he asked her. Now that was what he called a bedtime story.