"Did she really believe my acting? I did good, didn't I, brother? You believe me now, don't you? I still have my acting chops intact!"
The older woman's grin stretched wide as she clutched a little doll tightly to her chest, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of triumph and mischief. She glanced up at her younger brother, her expression expectant and brimming with childlike eagerness, as though his approval were the most important thing in the world.
He let out a soft chuckle, patting her gently on the head. "Yes, you're still the best actor. You had me convinced too. If I wasn't constantly worried about you getting hurt, I'd have written roles for you in movies myself. You'd have swept every award there is to win."
