"Who are you to judge, kid? I've been an adult for three whole years!" Jean glared at her brother, her dissatisfaction palpable.
"Really, still calling me a kid? Can't you see I'm grown up now?" Fisher retorted, a hint of mischief in his tone.
"But it's just astonishing how time flies. You're practically at the altar!" The young beastman Fisher gazed at his sister Jean and let out a wistful sigh.
"Humph!" Jean scoffed, clearly uninterested in continuing the conversation. She grabbed Logan by the arm and pulled him down onto the sofa beside her.
"It pains me, sister, that you'd forget your own brother once you have a husband." Fisher clutched his chest dramatically, staggered backward, and collapsed onto the sofa behind him, feigning distress.
"Brother, aren't you thirty-one now? Isn't it time you acted like it?" Jean shot a helpless glance at her theatrically lamenting brother and rolled her eyes.