Dagmar didn't even have a reaction to that glare she was being given. Why? Because that was her little sister and there wasn't anything frightening about her. Oh sure, she was definitely weird and twisted in some special ways, but she was still the little sister. Being the little sister meant that Dagmar wasn't going to be afraid of her. Until the day when she started spouting flames from her eyes and carrying around bloody kitchen knives. Why wouldn't it surprise me if she did that someday? Because she was Satu and there had always been something just a little bit off about her. Maybe Linnea had been smoking something while she was pregnant with her.
"Yep, I know." Dagmar hung the bag up in the air almost lazily. That remark about Linnea loving her as though it was any sort of big deal just made Dagmar yawn. "She loves all of us, even Leif. You're not something special, Satu, so give it up." But she did slide the jewelry box back into the bag before handing it over to Satu. "Can you stop being so weird, though? You're putting mom in a bad mood and that just makes everyone act weird. Even Kajsa. And she's already weird."