"my myemim," she started, fully expecting a swat, or a glare, at the very least, "if they can't see what a charming, funny, beautiful young women you are... it's their loss!" it's cliche, yes, but this time wendy's sap couldn't be avoided. especially when it came to her little sister from another mister. "so!" she smiled, a small hand slapping the younger girl's thigh, "what kind of fun are we going to get up to without them? should we watch a sad movie and cry? bake brownies and eat them until we have to unbutton our jeans? go shopping? break things? have a dance party in the living room?"

purposely, she saved the one she knew yerim would like the most for last, a slow, sneaky smile creeping over her expression. "or~~ should we go for sushi~?"