Enoch laughs, the kind of startled snort-laugh that happens when you're trying very hard to not even smile at your sister. Dammit. "You are so unbelievably annoying," he declares, and reaches under the nearest barstool to retrieve a mini bottle of apple-flavoured Crown Royal. "Ugh. Horrendous." But he tips the whole bottle into his shaker and pours it out as a shot, not bothering with any mixers beyond ice.

He drinks the Crown Apple shot in one go, and gives Crysta his most severe, humourless expression in an attempt to counter the smugness on her face. "And what's under your chair?"