Liesl, who is unfairly sharp for her age and has a knack for remembering things other people say and repeating them ad infinitem, says promptly, "I'm moral support." Because adults have poor morals! Loose morals, even. Her daddy smokes, it's terrible. (He's not smoking while she's perched on his shoulders like that, she'd probably try to put it out in his eye. ...that and the smoke would waft up to her, but also the fact she might try to put it out in his eye. Kids.)

Sol just gives him a wry look.