"Thanks," Misty hummed again, fearing she might blush if Jae continued to praise and comfort her like that. She wasn't a blushing sort of girl in the first place, so she forced the warm feeling down. Blame it on the alcohol. "That's awful. You sound like you were such a brat. Me, it was all about braiding my little sisters' hair or helping them put on makeup even though mum said they couldn't until they were older. We made forts and read fantasy books by candle even though we had flashlights. Almost caught the blankets on fire a dozen times." She shook her head with a fond smile before grinning at Jae. "Ah, but I can't imagine a brother shorter than you."