"Look Uncle Qrow," five-year-old Ruby said. She let out a heavy breath and the cold formed a fog in front of her. "I can see my breathing!"
Qrow chuckled and scooped Ruby up in his arms. "Can you?"
"Yeah, watch!" Ruby said, showing off her trick again.
Qrow tried the same as well and Ruby crinkled her nose.
"Your breath is stinky," she said, in her innocent honesty. "It smells like that bad stuff you keep in your pocket."
Qrow knew Ruby was talking about his flask. Ruby and Yang both pinched their noses at it, and told Qrow constantly they didn't like it.
"Daddy says that stuff makes you act different and it's bad for you."
Qrow swallowed. He knew in the back of his mind the girls would ask him about it one day.
"Your dad's right, Ruby. It's not very good for me."
"Then why do you drink it?" Ruby asked placing her hands on her hips.
Qrow, who was still holding Ruby under her arms, pulled the little girl closer to him and gently rubbed her hair. "It's a bad habit, Rubes, and bad habits are hard to break."
Ruby frowned, and mumbled into Qrow's shoulder. "I don't like it."
"I'm sorry, peanut."
"Will you try to stop…for me?"
Qrow sighed. "Ruby, this is a grown up thing."
Ruby whimpered slightly and tightened her grip on Qrow's jacket.
"But I'll try," Qrow said letting out another heavy sigh.