“It wouldn’t hurt to know how,” Kori reasoned. She wasn’t overly comfortable with firearms, but that was more from a lack of using them than a fear. In the back of her head she knew that guns didn’t save people from everything either, there were occurrences where they didn’t help at all. “Or brush up on it, actually.” She knew how to shoot her little handgun, but her skills were pretty mediocre.
Kori let her expression melt into a smile wide enough to show her dimples. “I hadn’t thought of inviting Kaija.” Because she’d been focused on her siblings, but in hindsight maybe she should have invited her cousin too. Kaija was always good at helping her set things straight again. “Maybe next time.” There was a certain bit of glee in outnumbering her brother.
She nodded. “It is good,” she agreed. “And getting input like the recess thing helps.” It shouldn’t matter whether or not she had her siblings approval, but she’d lived most of her life trying to make them proud, or think that she cool, that sometimes it was hard for her to shake the people pleasing nature. “I’m not sure if it will be a daily thing, or an all day thing, or what.” She was talking out loud now, knowing that Brandon and Leah were on her side had spurred her on to really thinking about the idea, not that she hadn’t been before, but it made a difference that she had her family backing her.
“Hey, I was never trouble,” Kori defended herself. “I left all that to Bran-Bran.” She shifted, trying to keep her stack of cards contained. It was quite large. “We’ll find something for you to do, promise.”
“It would be nice if it could just be insta-school,” she mused at Brandon’s remark about Rome. “And I wish I knew who was qualified in the compound to teach. Even I don’t have the full qualifications,” she pointed out with a shrug. “Thanks though, for listening to me.”
She glanced down at the table, and noticed that out of the stacks, hers was the largest. Typical. Brandon, surprisingly had the least, and he hadn’t even been trying that hard to play. “Do we want to call this a draw?” she asked, waving at their game. “Or am I really going to suffer the defeat of being beaten by one of my older siblings?”