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My words made Sage look in our direction. He twisted around and draped one arm over the back of his chair. “What are you two talking about over there?” he called to us.
“I’m just telling Jane about some of our adventures,” Bee assured him.
“They can’t be drinking adventures,” Caius piped up.
Sage whipped his head around and glared at Caius. “If there weren’t two of you I’d beat you all to hell or wherever people go in this world.”
“Hell’s as-hiccup-as good a place as any,” Caius quipped.
I blinked at him before I leaned closer to my grandmother and lowered my voice to a whisper. “What’s the proof on binskey?”
Bee put a finger against her chin and furrowed her brow. “I think it’s somewhere around a hundred and eighty.”
My jaw hit the ground and I whipped my head back to Caiu
