It made her oddly happy to think of him framing the pair of them up and leaving it out for everyone to see.
Then she tipped her head, dark hair cushioning her head on the back of the chair. "Even if he didn't have Emma - yes, that's her name, Cleo hangs out with her a lot - I don't think it would work," she pointed out. "I mean, if we were to ever-" she halted mid-sentence, changing her mind suddenly about her choice in words and deciding to skip them altogether. "They'd be related. Technically. She'd be like, his aunt."