“Hang on, you forgot your bottle!” Dillion had stayed behind to get the item, but once he rushed back with it, Karen found it stuffed into her mouth.
It took a moment and a side glare at her brother, but eventually Karen decided to just go with it. Not that she enjoyed it – even if the milk inside tasted surprisingly okay – but it did do a good job of keeping conversation to a minimum and as such letting her focus on the task at hand.
The two didn’t take long to reach the bathroom, then. After a few moments passed, however, the silence was broken when Dillion questioned helpfully, “Well?”
That prompted the girl to remove the bottle, making a mental note she had drunken enough, and then to ask the first thing to come to mind. “When did Mom get that weird chair-looking thing?”