Pleased to have gotten a laugh, she smiles with a bite at her lower lip and a twist of her hips. No harm done in her slip, as indirect as it had been in alluding to it all.

“A little chill is okay, especially for Halloween and Bonfire Night,” she replies with cheerful anticipation. A light nip to the evening air keeps one from sweating too much in their costume or around the fire.

Finally, her younger sibling chooses a sticker, and peeling it out carefully, reaches out to place it on Walter’s shirt if in reach, or merely in offer if he happens to be a little beyond those shorter arms.