"I don't know about adore," she said, with a smirk. But she did. This Chris or the one back home. It didn't matter to her. He was still her brother, regardless of dimension. "See? I'm nice. Even Peter says so." Prue scrunched her nose up at him before giving him a tight squeeze and letting go.
Hands on hips, she examined her brother. "You look young, Chris. But what's none of my business? You don't even know what I asked. Besides, how do you know I couldn't make you come along. I've got my own magic thank you very much." She raised an eyebrow at him, not entirely able to contain the hints of a smile. It was good to have Chris around. "Maybe the sandwiches would've been a good idea," Prue said to Peter. "Am I totally wrong in the assessment, or does my brother not get enough hugs?"