“Yeah? I’ll be waiting for this trophy now, ‘sis.” Ryan teased, a grin toying at her lips. “I mean — I know I technically moved out of the house like five years before I left Waterford, but not being able to just pop over and see you guys was strange.” Rolling her eyes, the blonde nudged her sister playfully. “Thirty isn’t that old. You’re so young.” She retorted. “Yeah, yeah — you know I’m too nice to kick you out.” She hummed, tucking her hair behind her ear. “Wow — some psychics you two are.”
“I might have to sign up for a sculpting class first, I’m sure the University offers that,” she said with a shrug. “You could’ve,” she insisted. “You know, you’re two decades away from being fifty,” Alice pointed out, never missing a chance to push her sister’s buttons. “I don’t feel so young. I can drink legally and everything,” she laughed. “I know, you’re way too nice to me. I don’t know how you do it,” Alice nodded. “Yup, you can’t hide from us.”