Callan shook his head as he slammed the cupboard door closed. “Oi, Kid…” He waved Gen across and tasked the boy to check the other rooms for rum (or anything else alcoholic. He wasn’t picky at this point).
“Do I have to?” The teen complained.
“Think of it as an apology fer earlier.” Callan said, referring to the exploding fruit and sprinklers going off. He gave Genii a push towards the door and watched him wander off down the corridor.