"Good," George said, patting his brother on the shoulder. "And hey, anything you tell Sebastian that you'd prefer to stay between the two of you won't get back to me, okay? We aren't a hive-mind or anything."
George got up and headed to the fridge, calling over his shoulder, "Patty, where were we when everyone else was learning to be all self-sufficient? Sebastian can just wave his hands and a meal appears there. I burned Ramen noodles once. What kind of tastiness has Dewi brought home?"