Ty & Fitz
"I can still hope," Fitz said with a sigh. "My mother started young on instilling manners in myself and my sisters. It... mostly worked."
A couple of his sisters had their moments, one sister in particular.
But there was no mistaking the fondness in his voice, or on his face, as he reached out to catch her when she tried darting away again. "No you don't, little miss," he said with a sigh. "You stay here until we see somebody else we know."
Then he'd let her run at them like a little heat-seeking missile.