"I don't think you'd have to worry about that." Kitty was certainly silly and playful like his sister, but from what he could tell that was where the similarities stopped. Not that he would complain, it was just one less reason for him to have to feel awkward about interacting with her, if there were any to begin with. So far he wasn't finding any.
Pete found himself momentarily distracted by the toesocks again, though this time there was a grin to accompany it, obviously amused by the foot warmers. He finished off his root beer, setting the bottle aside, then got comfortable once again against the bench. Now that both of his hands were free again, he folded his arms over his chest, sighing a little at the thought of doing the chicken dance. "In plaid pajamas, right? I don't know if I have those. We might have to make another stop on the way to get your poptarts." Kidding, obviously. It wasn't hard to remember that the other specification to that scenario was having an audience of more than one.