Ms. Swimmer shrugged. "Probably making fruit dishes," she said, slicing up a pineapple.
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A Raven with a shotgun strapped across her back went up to the table that Hans, Werner, Franz, Dirk, Kurt, Clive, Jose, Anton and Paul were at.
"Excuse me but could you refrain from telling dirty jokes? My children are nearby," she said.
Anton looked at the table next to him. Her children (ranging in ages from 9 to 17) were drinking alcohol or smoking. All of them, even the youngest had firearms. "Awfully hypocritical of you to not allow them to hear dirty jokes but let them drink, smoke, carry firearms and shoot enemy soldiers," he said coolly.