That feels like a luxury. I don't really afford myself luxuries.

[It would be different if writing was his career, but it isn't. Taking time away from work that needs doing feels indulgent, and for all his greed, Kaz isn't really one to indulge.

There's a little smile at her saying she has years on him.]

No doubt you do. Though my tolerance is fine for a human who's not above a glass of whiskey or two.

And I'm really not bored with you. I don't have enough manners to be lying about that.

Are there families that aren't chaotic?