Madison sighed, patting Mal on the back hesitantly. She had the feeling that she and her mother coddled him too much. But as long as his grades didn't slip...
"Make sure they don't," Madison warned, extracting herself from the hug and patting Mal on the head once before backing for the door. "I'm going to go start on dinner. You.." she motioned vaguely toward the room. "...finish cleaning."