"Dunno. I stopped spending as much time around Grandma and that side of the family- we used to spend whole summers at their place- when I was about...I wanna say nine? Ten? Round them. Still go in for christmas every year- except when I was deployed, but it's kind of a thing. Everyone comes in, we eat, drink, swap stories, that kinda shit." Some of the punch is always a little weird tasting but Gran insists and, well. Gran is gran.

You don't argue with her.

"Maybe dad got tired of it?"