"Wow, you were thirsty" my aunts said to me after I downed a glass of pop a minute after it arrived at our table.
"I drink a lot" I said, earnestly.
And thus began a 12-year running joke that only the people closest to you can really understand.
The drink in front is mine. The one in back? My husband's. He marvels at how I kick them back, both alcoholic and non.