[Of course Barry wouldn't ever dream of confusing his wife for his brother-in-law after all this time. Even half a bowl of Ultra Punch in. No way. He's a good, caring, attentive husband who is able to tell the difference with his eyes closed and his hands behind his back.

it helps that her tiddies are out]

Let's try an' not think of that tonight, okay sweetums? 'Sides, I've done a good job keepin' ya warm so far, haven't I?

[That last part is mumbled in a hoarse, quiet slur that sounded much sexier in his head. Okay, so maybe he's gone a little heavy on the punch. But at least he's smiling, beaming in fact, for the first time in a while. The tundra has been hard on all of them.]

Fair warnin', Loop-de-Lup, dunno how this one's gonna fare compared t'last year. But I'm hopin' it's gonna, [he says as he pulls out a flat, square box, handing it to her with a bright grin,] chill ya out.