“I’m not flirting with Harvey, you dimwit,” Andy throws a tiny piece of chicken bone at Ben.
“And you’re on a first-name basis now. How convenient,” Ben continues, his teasing unrelenting.
“I joke around you all the time and it’s nothing,” she points out. “But when I joke around a handsome guy, suddenly it’s flirting?” She shakes her head in disbelief. “No offense to you. You know that you’re not exactly Brad Pitt, Ben. And I’m saying this to you because you’re like a brother to me.” She puts a dramatic pause into effect, and then says, “If my mom ever gave birth to a son during menopause.”
Uncle Chris bellows a laugh. “That’s a good one, Andy.” Then, turning to Ben, “Menopause baby or not, I’ll accept you as a nephew with all my heart and liver and gizzard.”
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