By the time Katniss made her appearance, Dean had already had a chance to greet most of the other inhabitants of the house, including his baby nephew Sammy, whom he was currently entertaining. He looked up from the happily gurgling baby as she entered the living room.
"Katniss the college queen, lovely as ever, I see," he smiled, ignoring the small bite in her tone. His problem was with Meg, not the rest of her family; he liked the rest of them well enough, even if he knew he wasn't the most popular with them in return. "I keep telling your sister her face is going to get stuck like that if she keeps it up, and I don't think Clare would be too fond of that. Maybe you could give her a reminder. Ain't that right, Sammy?" He chuckled a bit at his own joke.
"No, I'm all set. She knows I'll have my cigar later. What about you?"
Dean had always had a strangeness to him that manifested in what were typically more feminine hobbies. Perhaps it was that similarity and competition with Meg that made them chafe.
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"Katniss the college queen, lovely as ever, I see," he smiled, ignoring the small bite in her tone. His problem was with Meg, not the rest of her family; he liked the rest of them well enough, even if he knew he wasn't the most popular with them in return. "I keep telling your sister her face is going to get stuck like that if she keeps it up, and I don't think Clare would be too fond of that. Maybe you could give her a reminder. Ain't that right, Sammy?" He chuckled a bit at his own joke.
"No, I'm all set. She knows I'll have my cigar later. What about you?"
Dean had always had a strangeness to him that manifested in what were typically more feminine hobbies. Perhaps it was that similarity and competition with Meg that made them chafe.