“You sound like what a keysmash would sound like if SIRI tried to read it out loud,” she said with a smile and plopped down next to him, rubbing his back.
Cisco turned his head and smiled. “Didya just call me a phone?” He said, sitting up and leaning on his sister. “alcohol in the fridge, your ice cream in the colder one. Movies- there.” He said, pointing to the cabinet next to the tv.
Cisco backup 