"What, like you?" She shot back, a hand darting out to mess up his hair before he could stop her. Although she was definitely with him on the Nazi thing, it was more fun to focus on giving her brother shit for his appearance which he took so much pride in. The prat.
She opened up her palms eyes widening and head shaking in her typical, slightly exaggerated what do you want from me expression, "It's more efficient to work on work than dream of work." Conor was nicer than some people when she went into technical stuff, he didn't resort to 'hey speak English' until she was really on a roll at least.
"Miriam made chilli, and I got some pasta salad from that deli down the road." When Cathleen was tired enough her appetite luckily seemed to shut down so at least she avoided crumbs in the bed, but as there so often was, there was an exception for her brother.