"Excuses," she said loftily. "Seriously, though, he's a little... not shy, I don't think, but... I think he could use a friend????????????"

And not, like, just a girlfriend. If they were even that? Were they? She had no idea.

"And I have it on good authority that you're the best big brother........."

That authority being her tiny, wee, self who'd fallen asleep on him three nights running.