When a student backs down from this little game, Tethys feels relieved. But when she saw Ewan look absolutely crushed, a mix of blue and red on his person, she felt conflicted. What kind of sister would she be if she let this carry on? Right before he gets too far ahead, she skips pass him, booping him on the nose with some cream. "I don't recall you writing how you've become a sore loser." She offers a comforting smile and starts wiping off some of the cherry filling on his face.
Should he head for his room, or for the baths? Logic dictates the latter. He ought to wash free the cherry before it stains. Though it may already be too late, he half suspects, at the least he can rid himself of the worst. The baths it is.
He doesn’t make it far, though. His sister skips ahead of him, adding a dab of white to his red nose. Lovely.
Still, despite his mood, the gesture elicits from Ewan a small smile. Light begins to flicker in his eyes anew. He stands still as she fusses over him. She has a point.
“Tethys...” he says, quietly, reflectively. Then, he grins. "Yeah. You’re right. I may have lost this time, but that just leaves the door open for next time!” Probably not what she wanted to hear. He chuckles, and instead of sounding wry, he’s full of mirth. “I think I saw you throwing pies though... Go get ‘em, okay? For me!”
And as for him?
“I think I’m going to get a head start on cleaning the place up a bit.”