Oh, thank God he wasn’t related. She looked elated at his answer.

… Actually, he still might be related. And with that thought, her face dropped.

“You have a nice day, son-...” she cleared her throat. “… Not-son. Dear.”

Then she patted him on the shoulder, and turned back to the bar, her hand sliding into her purse and idly feeling the coins though she had no hope of accurately counting them.