Re: Jamie & Hannah & Si (& open to any Mayer+ types): kitchen
"I never liked George," she said smoothly, playing into the game and crinkling her nose at the idea of said George liking football. "I think maybe George was adopted," she decided, giving a small nod and pretending she didn't see Jamie's grin at all or even a little. And it was true that Si seldom surprised her, but usually it was sick days or hurt ankles or shakes and shudders. Today he had surprised her, and she hadn't thought he would be here at all. She had convinced herself that it would be a long, long time, and that was if he ever came back, and so he was the last person she expected to walk through the door. She liked pretending, and she liked living in corners of her mind that weren't at all real, but this was something she hadn't pretended and hadn't anticipated.
But she sighed when Jamie said to give Si ten minutes, and it was a big sigh, exaggerated and knowing Jamie had said the words at Si's prompting. "You're both really, really lucky I don't poke you each with Jamie's dance-umbrella," she threatened, but she didn't mean it, and she gave Si a side hug, and then she nudged past Jamie and reclaimed her spot on the counter. Hop, hop, and she was short enough that it took a few tries, but then she was settled once more, skirt tugged down to her toes as she hugged her knees to her chest, socks hanging loose and off her feet a good four inches.
But, here and now, she tipped her head to the side and regarded Jamie a little. "Why wouldn't you catch up with us? We're both Si's siblings," she said, lack of understanding in cornflower. Yes, she and Si had a special connection, a twin thing, but Jamie was as much related to Si as she was, and they should all catch up, right? "Right?" she echoed, thought to word, as she looked at Si again. And she didn't point out Marta, or Seven, or Audrey, not yet.