Kire glanced at Zeke first, in case the man was raring to argue, but upon Aeron’s assent, she smiled and stepped closer. She beamed even wider when Aeron mentioned the candies. “You’re welcome. I have cousins who are around your age, maybe only a little older.” It occurred to her just then that, by a technicality, that might be quite an understatement, but in spirit, Etta and Precy were still at that age. “If I ever get the chance to, I’ll bring back a bit more. I’ve a sweet tooth, myself, so I know I’d miss candy if I couldn’t get my hands on it.” 

She bent to pick up one end of a plank when Aeron made his statement. [i]Just like Etta, this one.[/i] She smirked; at least this was a boy that didn’t need to hear any sugar-coating. “Yes. Terrible woman, from what I’ve heard, but what do you expect from someone who steals your face without permission?” She sighed, lifting the plank, then smiled at him. “I’d like to think I wear my own face better,” she said, winking at him with her scarred eye. “How old are you, if I may ask?”