"White picket," Emmeline had reiterated, watching him toss off his shoes and flop onto the  a fluffy couch. Damn, she really wanted to flop onto a couch of her own. Instead she peeled off her flats, tucked them neatly at the door, and sat perched on the edge of the spare recliner. "Right-o," she mumbled, absorbing herself in her phone. Pizza shops, come on google, they aren't that hard to load.<br/><br/>"Iaaan? Is that yoooou?" Abigail's voice drifted from her bedroom. She shuffled out, dressed in those booty shorts the stores had forced upon the masses, and a blouse. Her hair was threaded into a braid, her face was dusted in a light layer of makeup, but a toothbrush stuck out between her lips and big bunny slips wobbled as she walked. "What'dareyoudoingback-Ooo,afriend." She pulled the tooth brush out, quickly wiped her mouth off with the back of her hand. "Hi." She shoot Ian a questioning, eager look. A girlfriend?<br/><br/>Emmeline blinked up from her phone, glancing Abigail over and quickly seeing the relation. She gave a half-hearted wave, "Hey, Ian's sister?"<br/><br/>"He's talked about me?"<br/><br/>Emmeline just laughed. And then both girls were looking at him, Emmeline with her sass over his lie, and Abigail, wanting answers.