She shrugged. Though some days she'd be perfectly happy to pick a row with him (the guards hated it, which only increased her pleasure in fighting with her brother), she didn't feel like it at this very moment. She popped the last of the pastry into her mouth, chewing it as if her mouth were full and so would give her an excuse not to speak.
She snorted as he snatched a pastry, recognizing the tactic but not pushing away the effort as sometimes she did. "You're going to choke yourself someday," she said dryly. "That big mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble. Though I'm certain it already does," she added with a hint of a smirk.