Peyton shrugged her shoulders daintily at him reasoning, her hands turning upward as she did so.
"Guess so. But we're like stereotypical Irish people but we aren't even the nationality." She explained, chuckling a bit. She didn't like stereotypes but that one she knew implied to herself and everyone else in this house.
"It's better for you then, you don't have to worry about drunkenly killing someone. It's better for you in a way." Going into the kitchen, she looked for glasses. "You okay with water? We might have some kind of juice in the fridge from a while ago but I'm not sure." Not that they had many guests come over here anyway.