There was no way Kori could disagree with the statement about Brandon needing more to do than drinking with his bros. “We’re only worried about your liver is all,” she reasoned, using her best concerned little sister tone on him. “If you don’t want to cook I could always teach you another hobby.” She was teasing; something told her that her brother wouldn’t want to learn anything that she considered a hobby. “Crochet is supposed to help with dexterity.”
She might not be great at bluffing, but she’d perfected the hurt puppy dog expression by the time she was ten. “Bran, we are never plotting against you. We love you,” she retorted, managing to get out almost a full sentence before her words were swallowed by giggles. “And you shouldn’t lie to us because we love you,” she repeated herself.
Maybe it was only natural to gang up against Brandon, but sometimes he made it so easy. “Right, I’m not making it up.” No more stone-faced Brandon Stone when it came to that.
It didn’t escape her that Brandon seemed non-plussed about the idea. Sure, it wasn’t generally in his realm of interest, since he didn’t have any kids. But she wanted to know what he thought, if he thought she would be wasting her time. At least she could appreciate that he was giving as much input as he was, even if she would have selfishly liked more.
“I’m not really sure how we’re structuring the day,” Kori said. “We haven’t had those discussions yet.” And now she just felt ill equipped with what information she did have. “I think that would be important, since we haven’t decided how we’re splitting the students up yet either.”
Kori bit her lip, because she felt kind of stupid admitting that they didn’t have anyone yet. But then she had to remind herself that these were her siblings, they wouldn’t judge her too harshly. She hoped. “We don’t have any names yet,” she answered. “Or I don’t. I haven’t checked in with Laura.”