While Bobby had walked outside to inspect the car, Sam had headed into the kitchen. The boy returned with a glass of water that he had rinsed first, holding it out to the angrily cursing fancy man. He'd somehow imagined that rich people, especially ones with accents, would curse less. Interesting.

When Aleister stopped yelling into his phone, Sam decided to keep being polite. "We've got a bag of chips, if you want." He frowned and corrected himself. "Crisps." That's what British people said, right?