Drinks!

I bring back three glasses of red wine and set them on the glass table in front of the couch. The girls are still petting my poor kitten as I do. They both take a sip without looking and swallow. "What is this?" They ask. "Wine, of course." I reply. "Don't your parrents allow you to drink wine at home?" I give them a worried look, as if I've done something i shouldn't have. "I mean, I always let my niece have half a glass and she's only eleven." "We really shouldn't drink **** sir." One of them chirps. "Oh, but don't you drinknit in church?" They exchange a little look.