If it's possible to feel any more joyful and glad and full of affection than this, wrapped up in a comfortable huddle with her brother and looking at some of the best times of her life, Lup can't imagine how. His addition, easy and prompt, helps too by like, a lot. She lets her gaze drift from the sight of her aunt for just a moment to glance up at his smile, curling an arm around his waist to squeeze him back.

"I know, right?" she snickers as she watches the turkey come out of the oven, surrounded by three sets of big eager eyes. "Can you imagine if she'd been there, seeing us up on that stage? Her kids the chief arcanists on a mission to the fucking stars?"