Owen nodded triumphantly. He let out a sigh of relief as he looked forward to a peaceful week. A part of him knew his brothers were lying to him but the ever optimistic side of him was lost in a fantasy of perfect harmony. Sitting at his desk, he relaxed.<br/>Grinning, Edmund glanced around the room. He felt the need to stir up trouble, or at the very least annoy his brothers. "So..." he began, with a sly suave smile. "That little miss is quite something, isn't she."<br/>"Whatever it is you're thinking; stop it, Edmund," Owen said through gritted teeth.<br/>"I'm sorry? I'm just observing how pretty she is... Or have you gone blind with your old age?"<br/>Owen growled, tensing his muscles as he held back the urge to fight back. The younger brother looked pleased, it was very easy for him to shake up Owen.