You and John are talking about your families and John just finished a story about a troublemaker cousin of his.

You chuckle. “I feel like everybody has a bad cousin who teaches the others just a few things. Like how to smoke, how to pick pockets, how to hotwire a car…” You voice trails off with a light smile at the memories you made with your family flash through your mind.

John pauses, thinking back to the stories you’ve told him about your family. He doesn’t remember anyone who sounds like they would so something like that, it makes him curious. “Which cousin was this again?”

You pause and look up, before grinning a little. You lean in real close and say with an exagerated whisper, “I am the cousin, love.”