Everett more or less voiced her thoughts, and she nodded her head in response. “Exactly. It's... it's weird. Not a bad weird, though,” she chuckled a little bit. “I still mostly do my own thing, though.” And now that she was eighteen, he couldn't tell her not to do it. Actually, he probably could, and she'd more than likely at least try and listen, but... her trouble side was a little overactive now than it was when she'd split from her siblings.
Caitie bit her lip and looked down when Everett's voice took that tone. “We were bored.” She chuckled a little bit. “And it was only a few eggs. We even stopped early because of this little guy.” She smirked as she picked the chicken up. She offered the chicken out to her brother and then picked the duck up for herself so it could wander in her lap a little bit.
Even Caitie knew that when 'we need to talk' was thrown around, it meant bad news. She looked at her brother with suspicious eyes, screwing her face up as she took in the serious look on his face. The last time he said that, like that, was when he told her to come to Sing Sing in the first place. She hadn't liked it then, and she had a sneaking suspicion she wouldn't like it now. But she'd at least give him a chance to tell her what it was. Maybe she'd be pleasantly surprised and it wouldn't be so bad.
“Last time you said that, you told me to come here and leave you and Chrissy back in the city,” she told him levelly. “What's wrong?”