The woman’s fingers hovered over the keyboard for a beat before she leaned back, nudging her sunglasses up with a knuckle. “He’s just having fun,” she said, offering a polite smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Kids will be kids.”
“I know,” Claire said, softening the edge in her tone. “He’s excited. I get it. It’s just… this was full a minute ago.” She lifted the thermos an inch, a thin ring of grit floating on the surface. “And I’m covered.”