Ian turned to his younger brother, but his parents beat him to the question.
"Who did what?"
"Molly and Sally…."
Those two names were enough for the three to piece together the whole issue.
"Oh," Ian raised an eyebrow,
"Do you need help?"
Brad shook his head with a lazy wave of his hand. "I have it under control. It's nothing to deal with… such ants."
Though the two words sounded similar, the family smiled, shaking their heads at Brad's choice of words.
There was a moment of silence. Then—
"Did he just say, 'ants' or 'aunts'?" Geneva asked, half-chuckling.
"Does it matter?" Alex murmured, lips twitching in barely restrained laughter. It was as if the object of ridicule were strangers and not his sisters.
Ian smirked. "Both sound accurate."
The family's continued amusement had no impact on the waiting assistant, who remained by the door. He was more than familiar with how they worked.