"Sure," Laurel replied as she followed Bethanie into the kitchen, happy to see a bit more of the space she lived in. She leaned against the counter as she watched Bethanie with the bottles and glasses and things.
At the question, Laurel twisted her fingers together. "No, it's fine," she said, "things are... Okay. Not, like, dangerous, but I needed some time to clear my head, you know? Get away from the familiar and reconnect with my brother. Well, brothers. Who are both older than me, by the way, and there's another one older than both of them." She studied her friend a moment, who had no siblings at all.
"It's kind of hard being the baby sometimes," she admitted with a shrug, "but all of my brothers have had a hand in making me who I am."