"Wha- what?" James said, a sudden flash of panic in his eyes as he twisted his head quickly to look at Sarah; seeing the twinkle in her eyes, he relaxed, though unable to hide his brief, momentary expression. "Don't say stuff like that so brazenly, Sarah!" he muttered, batting at her hair as she looked down on him. "Do I have a crush on our maid..."<br/><br/>Sarah only smiled enigmatically, as usual, and lowered her head, brushing strands of hair against his face. "Shhh..." she whispered, pressing her lips to his forehead; he could feel every breath she took, as  her tiny, soft hand wandered slowly along the side of his face. "Happy Birthday again, James" she smiled down at him. "I hope it's going well so far."<br/><br/>He smiled back up at her, odd feelings racing through his head. It wasn't like this hadn't happened before, but today - he was trying to think of Angela, but whose hands were on his brow? This was just weird. She was his<em>sister</em>- today was becoming a really strange kind of afternoon. Enjoyable, but strange. "It's going tolerable, dear sister," he smiled half-jokingly, lying there on her lap and gazing up into her eyes. "Tolerable."<br/><br/>Her hand was still on his cheek. Maybe he should do something about that? He brought a hand up to clasp it, move her hand to his other cheek, when...<br/><br/><em>Ding!</em><br/><br/>Angela poked her head back around the corner.