She fingered through a few pages, snapping her father a glare. "I get tired of you throwing angry temper tantrums in Russian and I haven't a clue what you're saying." They'd talk about this later because she knew he wouldn't agree.

Poseidon focused on Triton and the bottle of alcohol, which he'd already broke into with glasses ready. "Good. Now you can drink like a man." If one couldn't buy alcohol and drink it, then the point was lost.