Allison Hargreeves & Vanya Hargreeves
"You just can't appreciate good humor," Vanya replied, though there wasn't any bite to her words. They were light, keeping things between them strictly away from any possible fighting or arguments.
As she waited for her sister's answer, she lifted her mug again, but then stopped when she realized it was empty, and pushed back a sigh. Handling Allison and her own emotions at all that was happening would be a lot easier if she still had some alcohol in her hand, but Vanya wasn't going to run off to find it. They need to finish talking here.
"Yeah, he is. I'm glad he went to the clinic." She could only hope that he stuck with it this time, but a part of her wasn't sure he would. Giving a small shrug, Vanya finally looked over at her sister. "You've made a lot of friends here. Klaus too, and Five probably hasn't alienated everyone in town yet. I'm sure you'll come up with some names."
Completely deadpan, Vanya heaved a big sigh. "Well, there goes my late Christmas gift idea for you."