"Sounds good. No being adults for the rest of the year and utting it off well into the summer." Because then maybe she could enjoy that last summer before her went off and forgot the purple hair, damaged girl that was used to bug him. It was inevitable after all. He'd find better people who were more like him to get along with and he'd be happier that way too probably.
"I'm the little bit of crazy and trouble in your otherwise boring life. Sounds good to me."
She'd heard about his uncle a few times and thought the man was good hearted. Who else would take someone in and treat them like their own son? Not many. "Sounds like you're lucking out. Though the worms aren't all that bad. Kind of fun to mess with, and even better to stick down people's shirts." Her adoptive brother had been the poor victim of that bit of trouble making she'd done that day.
When Otto poked her, she squirmed and pouted up at him. "Hey, you tried to use mine earlier. It's a bit of turn around and fair play." Sticking her tongue out at him, she shifted back and laid her head back down, closing her eyes. "Think this year will be an different than all the others?"