With a small sigh and inner shake of her head, Brianna ignored the fact that her sister had just taken half of her breakfast without even so much of a 'thank you.'  The smile, she supposed, could have counted for that, and saying nothing for a couple moments, Bria bit into the remaining half of the bagel and allowed the food to keep her silent for a few seconds.  She truly had no idea why father had summoned them down in such the way he had; if it had only been Becca who'd been waken as such, there would be no questions. It always meant her sister had done<em>something</em>to warrant their father's anger, or once upon a time ago, their mother's.  But with her added into the mix?<br/><br/>"Maybe he found out I wrote your psychology term paper last semester," she finally murmured, the tip of her tongue licking off the bit of cream cheese from the corner of her mouth.  "It's the only thing I can finally think of as to why we're both down here."  It wouldn't be because she hadn't been up for breakfast and church this morning; with the way the semester was coming to an end, they had barely seen each other except for the needed social event, and he wouldn't be this mad about that.  She supposed Becca's term paper could be a reason, but in the grand scheme of things, of how often she had covered her sister's butt in college so far (at times it felt as if she had three majors instead of two), one more term paper didn't really seem like that much.  "Speaking of which, you're on your own this semester.  I've got too much on my plate," she said and then took another bite of her bagel as they drew closer to their father's study.<br/><br/>Sadly, she was looking forward to seeing him, despite the circumstances.  Even with the social events she attended with him, they'd arrived separately, left separately, and it would be another day or two before their schedules collided.  She didn't like it, not one bit, and it reminded her how often she was debating if she really wanted to go to law school after finishing college.  The debate always came out the same way -- yes! -- but with how often she wasn't seeing her father, it kept rearing its ugly head again and again.  There was some comfort, however, in knowing the semester was almost done and she'd be back at her father's side for his campaign trail at least until law school summoned come fall.  By then, though, the need for her appearances could be worked around her college schedule, as it had been in the past.<br/><br/>It was just when she was about to knock on their father's study door when a flash from last night came back to her.  A very... uneasy memory about last night that had her hand snapping back and eyes going wide.<em>Oh God.</em>This... This could be bad.<br/><br/>"Becca... play nice," was all she could manage to hiss at her triplet before her hand rose once more, this time pushing open the study door.