Greg had to laugh, a short, cynical thing, at the statement. It was just something kids did. Who said shit like that? Watching the sisters move closer together, he turned his attention back to Sofia, seeming startled when she spoke. Spanish, then.
"Why doesn't she talk?" He spoke slowly, unsure just how good Sofia's language skills were. "No se," She answered simply, looking over to her sister with that same funny look. What difference did it make?
Greg slowly moved his way down to a kneeling position, leaning heavily to his left- thankfully, closer to Reina. She looked at him, once he was close enough. "You can talk like your sister, yeah?" Reina looked to Sofia, not because she understood, but because it was her usual answer, when Ray would try to talk to her. Sofia frowned.
"No, she can't."
"I don't know. How old are they?" Sofia's language skills weren't terrible, but they were still small. The other twin could have just been developing late...
There was a loud crash on the TV behind them, enough to have his eyes- and Sofia's- darting to the TV. Reina was oblivious. Greg frowned.