"You are just asking to be shot, aren't you?" Anya asked her father.
"You're welcome," she said to Stevie. "It's about the only thing I can make in the kitchen."
Anya pulled a pitcher of water out of the fridge and put some ice cubes in it.
"I'll be right back," she said and headed in the direction of her brother's room.
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