"You're a hunter; you've got demon blood. You and your brother have an interesting life and relationship, and you've got a terrible case of heroics." Fred shook her head and walked inside.
"I don't need you to protect me; that is one thing you and your...you." She paused; this really could become quite difficult. "The other one, had in common." She set her clipboard and the cup carrier down, heading toward the kitchen.
"Of course, I say this, and watch you'll have to save me from whatever's giggling and bumping away in your kitchen. If it is a giggling rat, don't kill it. I've never seen a giggling rat." She was already heading to the cabinets that seemed to be full of giggling bumping somethings. Or maybe it was just one giggling bumping something.