"Yeah, but don't you?" Now Franz-Joseph was the one laughing, quietly and only for a moment but long enough to notice.
"In this house we've decided that everyone picks their own bedtime. And tonight my bedtime is however long it takes to see how good you are at war."
"You let a five-year-old pick her own bed time?" There, you've said something stupid. Well, at least you got it out of the way early. Another mental shove.
"I'm not five, I'm six and a half," Posh said indignantly. "And Patches says children should learn to choose their own way in life as soon as possible." Patches? Oh, the priest, right. Don't say anything more about it. It's their kid, their choice.
"You're six? Wow, that's old. Sorry." Frank took another sip of coffee. The caffeine was starting to kick in.
"Six and a h
