Well, don't say you weren't warned. [ really, it's mostly freckles and a lack of creepily-smooth skin. Cashmere considers it an improvement.]

And I would never let you drink alone? What kind of sister do you think I am? What kind of person do you think I am? [ plus it'll be annoying if he's drunk and she's not, so why hold back? ]

Turn around. [ and then she's just going to hang up, since she can see him down the block. she would like to run to greet him, but since she's carrying a foolish amount of snacks and booze she walks instead. the bag of goodies is plopped rather unceremoniously at his feet and Cashmere pulls him into a tight hug. hope he wasn't planning on going anywhere. ]

I missed you.