"Huh? A flying blast yesterday? Ruby, you wouldn't happen to know about that, would you?"
"Just another casualty of war...…my war."
"I hope Jasmine and her son are ok."
"What? Why? They're the new....you feel too much."
"Or maybe you don't feel enough. She's still your sister."
"But siblings don't fight."
"Is that what Darius told you?"
"Well, no; but…."
"Don't worry. She'll come around. You'll see."
"I don't know if I want to see."
"Let's knock on one more door then we'll go home. I promise."
*Ding-dong*
"Ruby, Mrs Heartchild, please come in. Come in at once."
"Oh, we're not staying long, sir."
"Nonsense. Ruby, may I have your jacket, please?"
"I rather keep this on, thank you."
"Suit yourself. I'll go grab my son real quick. He'll be delighted to see you again."
"See us? Again?"
"Mrs. Heartchild, Ruby; I'm honored that you have arrived. I see you have met my father. We….are going to be entering the bake sale. Is that exciting? You two aren't the only two who can cause an uproar in this small town. My sincerest apologies for any words I have said about you both. I can't see into your hearts; possibly X-Ray into your bones. So please, can we start over?"
"I don't know. Can we, Fighter?"