Noah gives Ronan a briefly stern look, but not for the comment he makes out loud.

"Burn." Noah smiles over at Adam. "No one throws tantrums like Ronan," he adds in a sing-song voice, egged on by Adam's teasing. Copper even seems amused, perpetually smiling in her dog-like way, watching the trees and smelling at the ground as they walk.

"Nineteen is a good age. In Canada you can legally drink. We can go to McCormick's and pretend we're in Saskatchewan."