"I can attempt to talk him down if you're terribly worried."

"I don't know as much about his as hers."

"What's she likely to do?"

"Take everything in his room and glue it to the ceiling in the exact same position it was relative to everything else before she got there?"

"Should be an entertaining few months but nothing I'd be inclined to intervene in."

"Alright then."

"Do you need anything?"

"Mostly I just wanted to warn you about potential sibling-related instability."

"Thank you. I shall expect absurdity from Tyelcormo."

"Yeah.

It hadn't even occurred to me to ask before you brought it up but do you think it's likely he'll break her heart?"

"Definitely not on purpose."

"All I can ask, I suppose."

"Should he be worried?"

"Not as long as he's upfront about his feelings, which I'm guessing won't be a problem."

"That it won't."

"So that's fine. Of course, I'm plausibly extrapolating way beyond what I have any right to be confident in..."

"He does in fact flirt with people pretty readily. You know your sister better than I but I am not surprised they get along."

"Yeah. Well, we'll see what happens."

"We will! How are you doing?"

"Very well. Should I take a moment to figure out how to summarize it in non-technical detail?"

"Sure!"

She does this! She is very enthusiastic about her summary. There is excited gesticulation.

He is an attentive audience.

He's good at that. She appreciates it.

Eventually she leaves, trying not to worry too much about their siblings.

All of her clothes go missing one day and turn up with stunningly pretty hot pink lace frills added, three days later, on the clothesline.