"Oh look, it's the food Ninja.."

Sean smirked, already eating his ill gotten gains, "What? I'm thinking of your waistline.. Do you know how much grease there is in these things?"

"Yes, I do.. And I don't care." Harper rolled her eyes in amusement, and reached behind her back to throw a cushion at Sean's head. Her aim was surprisingly accurate.

"Hey, now come on.. That was a bit harsh, Harp."

"I don't like sharing food, you know this. Now sod off, will you. Mom went shopping earlier. The cupboards are stuffed.."

"Yes, but I can smell chinese...and anyway, did I just see.."

"Bye Sean.."

The brother huffed, "Alright, fine.. You get fat - don't come crying to me that your Yoga pants are too tight.." And with that, he sulked off. Harper couldn't suppress a laugh as she watched. "He's a dork."

 As if yoga pants could ever be too tight.