"You like your sister?" She was glad for that; it meant that Tate had someone. Sort of. Everyone needed someone. "So I take it your mom has some rotating doors. Ugh. Why would she even involve you?" That just seemed stupid.
But then he joked and she rolled her eyes, elbowing him lightly in the ribs. "Dork," she muttered, before turning and tickling him fiercely. She moved so she was straddling him, pinning him down.