Re: Jamie & Hannah & Si (& open to any Mayer+ types): kitchen
The dance-umbrella wasn't like, super effective as a threat. It was probably pointy enough, but it was Amy who had it, and of all the sibs, Jamie thought Amy the least likely to actually threaten. So it was a null threat, void of like, practical impact even before Amy clambered back onto a counter and swung both legs. Yeah, it was the twin-thing. Making room or whatever, but it clearly wasn't way necessary, Amy who looked at Si like she needed it underpinning, a double-line of brother after sister to emphasise the message, and Jamie shrugged comfortably, like out of a jacket or something, unnecessarily constricting.
The party was chill. It was a ton of people in a not-very-large house but it was mellow, the atmosphere of string lights and comfortable corners made the whole thing like, more about whispers about books or something instead of pounding shots or carrying around Solo cups. Like, anxiety-wise? Jamie was cranked lower, the relentlessness of the whirr constrained to background noise. "Bathroom, at a party? Has to be seriously quick." He didn't like, lose his shit over a misplaced word or whatever, it didn't matter, mainly, to anyone who wasn't the guy who okay, yeah he'd looked for on and off since the beginning. He glanced now, upward at the door, reflexive even as he grinned. "That's like, probably not the best housewarming gift."
But okay, adoption. "Me and George. Package deal. They adopted him so they got me as well. What would it explain, Si?" He raised both eyebrows, drew Amy in with a conspiratorial look. "If I'm defective, you're past the returns window."