"Where am I being improper?" Emma Benson clutched her head, her small face wrinkled as she poked Morgan Benson's shoulder.
"I only asked if Sister Kaitlyn went back last night. Brother, are you overthinking it? Or is it..."
She blinked playfully, "...or are you up to no good!?"
"Emma Benson!" Morgan Benson straightened his back, glaring at her fiercely, though the corners of his mouth still held a smile.
"Isn't it?..." Emma got out of bed, hugged Kaitlyn Webb's arm, rested her chin on her shoulder, and asked, "Isn't it, Sister Kaitlyn? Did my brother not..."
"Em-ma Ben-son!" Morgan Benson enunciated each word, at a loss with her, and knocked on her forehead, "You really have no shame now..."
"Haha..." Emma laughed twice, staring at Kaitlyn Webb's noticeably flushed face, knowing if she continued, she might make her escape. So, she wrapped her arm and walked her to sit on the sofa, "You both go downstairs for breakfast first. I have something to consult Sister Kaitlyn about..."
