She pours another shot of vodka, tossing that back, and licks her lips.<br/>"N-no. It's brother and sister. I mean...way way brother and sister..." Does she sound...less than convincing this time? Must be the vodka...yeah, that's probably it, so she grabs another beer instead. "I mean, we grew up together...same...I mean we grew up together for a long time. And we...ugh..." She's really bad at the talking about herself.<br/>She rubs her paw over her face and opens the beer.<br/><br/>"Well, I guess we can answer your question with another...would people in your world get weird if talk of fur was brought up?"