“Yep. Thought it might be a quicker way to warm up than the blanket. I’m sure they won’t mind if you pop its cherry.” He laughed, deep and resonant, the movement making his ice cubes bump against the interior rim of his head. I’d never admit it, but as annoying as I found my stepbrother, I liked the sound his frequently-replenished ice made: it reminded me of a windchime.
