Kari giggled at the nickname the older Ken offered for her to call him, not in derision or anything, but alight, humored laugh. "Alright then, KenKen." She grinned, glad that that whole problem was solved. Since they were going to play soccer, communication was a big part of it, though it could be comical to have that double communication, it would be hindering to the overall play of the game.
"He'd probably would." Kari agreed, a moment late on Ken's comment, but it was all in the same. She pushed open the front door, blinking in to the winter light before looking back at the boys. "Well, let's go!" She laughed, "The game isn't going to play itself you know."