( her eyes dart up to lock on the other's, eyebrows bunching tight together in silence with her fingers coming to halt at her hair. did ange offended her finally, or did the fun and games now fall stale? it's hard to distinguish with the expression wrinkling on the girl's face, and she blows out a sigh through her nostrils. her loose ponytail drops dead weight from her hold, and jinx shimmies away to move behind the counter -- tightening the bow from her apron. )

Listen girlie, I'm gonna be straight with ya.

( her tone hisses with some solemnity attached to the words before continuing on. )

It doesn't matter if the chick is me or not, you can't stop your brother from likin' someone. And who says it'll be a chick at all? Maybe he's into dudes.

( jinx stretches over for a cloth, a disinfection spray bottle, then washes the counter top. )

He's a looker and people are gonna look. Unless you want to put a paper bag over his head and lock him indoors like an animal, it's something you'll have to get use to. Trust me, you'll understand when you're older.

( ... they're roughly the same age. )