"My sister." Pete corrected, laughing a little sheepishly. "She's going through this phase where she has to take a picture of herself with her webcam every five minutes to make faces at her friends at school, or online, or me. I guess that's her new icon." He couldn't complain too much, really. After all, he'd gotten her the darned thing for her birthday. They'd actually used it a few times to converse, but beyond that he hadn't gotten much use of his.
Pete was watching over her shoulder as she manhandled the can, though resisted the urge to help. He probably could have twisted the whole thing off pretty easily, but with about half as much of the entertainment value. At her exclamation, his head tilted to the side, as if he were trying to picture it. Honestly it looked more like a raw, square pancake to him, but he'd take her word for it. "The sauce goes next, right?"