"Come on, Anya, you have to call me Big Sister!"
Astrid whined, her voice carrying just enough to make the nearby tables go even quieter.
"It's only right! I am your older sister, after all!"
She pressed a hand to her chest, her expression indignant, before nudging Anya again.
"Just one time! Let me hear it! Say 'Big Sister' or 'Older Sister' or anything! As long as it acknowledges my seniority, I'll be happy!"
Mika groaned internally, rubbing his head.
Would Astrid ever stop with this?
He had to deal with her antics, and now here she was, starting on her sisters.
Meanwhile, Anya didn't even lift her eyes from her laptop as she responded, her voice cool and measured.
"I'm sorry, Astrid, but even though we're family, everything in this world operates on business transactions."
She glanced up briefly, a calculating gleam in her eye as she said,
"So, if you want me to call you 'big sister,' you'll have to give me something in return."
