Indie/Twee/Jazz
"She's adorable. And still pretty young, if I recollect?" Jazz accepted the news of Twila's parentage with a nod and nothing more; of course she understood the way music was born of music. In the earliest days, they had all been so tangled up and close that nobody was ever sure who was responsible for the creation of another, but she surely didn't mind. All that mattered was that this dreamy-eyed little girl was a new part of her family and would have to be adored and spoiled accordingly.
Indie's request was what took her by surprise. From her limited experiences with Indie as Isabella, she did not ask things like that with quite such a... well, it wasn't pleading by any means but it was certainly more unguarded than the cool tone she was used to hearing from Indie at any time. "Sure, baby. I gotta get the sweet potatoes in the oven, anyway. It's right over here." Just because her so-called niece wanted to talk didn't mean she couldn't keep her hands busy. If everything was going to be ready on time, Jazz would have to multitask and so sweet potatoes and a quick word with Indie took equal importance on her unplanned schedule. "What's up?" she asked once they were in the kitchen and Twila was sitting in the living room.