My mother watching over Jon as he carved one of the turkeys on Thanksgiving. This was only his second time ever attempting such a feat which you would not be able to guess by the expression on my mother’s face.
There’s vomit beside your bed? Whatever are you talking about? One of us would have vomited on your bed.
I imagine that this exact scenario plays out in many homes between siblings who are closer in age than Leta and Marlo. Or perhaps between friends after midnight in bars across the country.