"I guess that makes him a critter of holding, then." Claudia laughs, practically bouncing as she crosses to the kitchen towards Misha. Hey if they're not going to question her age she's not going to correct them. She's 19 that's close enough for dodge, right? She makes a mental note to never tell Artie about this because, as fun as it is to watch his nostrils flare, she doesn't want to give the guy a coronary or something.

She hops up to sit on the counter, pulling open the cabinet by her head and removing three wine glasses. "You know a girl could get used to being called lovely all the time." She winks at Cross.