“This? This is a battle scar,” Kire retorted, pointing at her head. “There’s a difference between that and being outright unfashionable.” She smirked as she teased him back, though she narrowed her eyes at him when he seemed to take the vinegar suggestion seriously. “Alright. Everyone gets to have everything else, and you get the vinegar. Duly noted.” 

When Ruli made a comment about drinking under supervision, Gavin’s jaw dropped. “Do I look like a juvenile delinquent to you?”
“Yes,” Kire said flatly. “And you [i]are[/i] a juvenile delinquent.” 
“I’m twenty!—I think.” 
“Sure you are, short stuff.” 
Gavin looked like he was stammering, but no words were coming out. “Will you tell your woman she’s wrong?” he finally said to Ruli.
 
“Mm, spoken like a true adult,” Kire said lazily, before handing Ruli the pouch. “Alright. Use this up. Best whatever it can buy. I’ll leave it up to your judgment. I’ll most likely go home in the evening tomorrow.”