Her middle finger salute made him crack a quick grin. "Yep, that'll do it," he answered, nodding. None of it was ever taken to heart, their siblingship was practically built on sarcasm and insults - and a strong sense of protectiveness.
As Remi's feet landed on his desk, he closed his eyes so he didn't have to look at them - mentally counting or whatever to try and keep himself from smacking her boots off. Pick your battles, he reminded himself before opening his eyes to take a generous drink. Her continued emphasis on the bean juice though, made him set his coffee down with a slight grimace, motioning to the cup. "Bit hot."
Quiet.
Rex threw his head back with a sigh. "Well now that you've gone and said the 'Q' word it's all gonna go to shit," he grumbled with mostly-feigned annoyance. Tilting his head back down to look at his sister, remembering the pour painting he had signed her up for. "So how was your art class?" he questioned, doing his best to hide a smirk. "I was kinda hoping to hang it on the wall," Rex insisted, motioning to a spot on his office wall that wasn't covered with the typical bullshit framed Sheriff stuff.