"Bill!" Lottie exclaimed, chastising her husband, before looking at the youths across the table. "What your father lacks in tact, he makes up for in brains." She took a deep breath to compose herself, placing her teacup back down before adding her own words. "You couldn't be in more crap than if you'd gone out to the shithouse and jumped in!"

Her coarse choice of words expressed her frustrations, but also betrayed her fisherlass roots.

"What's more, you've dragged Pearl 'ere, and us in there with ye. Ye didn't think this through, did ye?" Lottie asked shaking her head.

"But, as this is the Carringtons we're talkin' about, yer motives do ye credit."