Finch's arm wrapped around his little sister's small body as he spoke warmly, "You cute rascal, I've missed you so much. I know you couldn't talk properly because Father and Mother were here."
Rachael's hands were wrapped around his neck as she replied, "Yeah, I had to maintain my noble demeanor, but now that they aren't here, I don't have to anymore." She spoke cheerfully as she climbed down from Finch's body, her small legs landing atop the glass dining table. Standing there boldly, she stared straight into her brother's black eyes with her own bright blue ones, completely unbothered by the impropriety of her actions.
Finch let out a sigh, shaking his head in mock resignation. "If only Father and Mother knew you weren't serious at all," he spoke playfully. Rachael merely stuck out her tongue in a childish, teasing manner, clearly unconcerned.
