She heard the rustle of a chair next to her being pulled out.

There were days Frazer loved her sister.

And on other days, she really wished she’d go live in another country—on the other side of the world.

A finger poked her none too gently in the shoulder, digging in. “I am actually touching you now, Frazer.”

Sitting up, Frazer beamed. “Jemma. Hi!”

Green eyes glared at her. “Funny.”

“Don’t know what you mean. Sushi?”

One final glower, and her sister grabbed a plate of sashimi from the sushi train. She yanked Frazer’s chopsticks out of her hands and dropped a piece in her mouth. “Thash goosh.”

“I assume that means it’s good.”

Jemma nodded. “I love this place. I’m always here. I think, big sister, you came here secretly hoping you’d run into me.”

Next time, she’d have to remember to get takeaway. “Oh, nothing else crossed my mind, Jem.”

“Why are you so bitchy today?”

Another piece popped into Jemma’s mouth, and Frazer gave up on getting her chopsticks back. She signalled for another pair. “Not bitchy, just—”

“Hung-over?”

A beat.

“No.”

Jemma smirked. “Hopefully your fumes didn’t get any babies drunk today.”

That earned her sister a poke in the leg with her new chopsticks before she snapped them apart. “Only the one, and I think she was grateful. She had a long trip—the umbilical cord was stuck, and she was breech.” Frazer hadn’t gone near the baby, but Jemma didn’t need to know that.

It was all it took. Her sister turned slightly pale, a piece of sashimi hovering close to her lips. “No,” she commanded. “No work talk.”

And Frazer hadn’t even mentioned the mucous plug. “You started it.”

“Now I’m finishing it. Change of topic, please?”

“Fine.” Frazer asked the first question that popped into her head, “How’s uni?”

“Ugh. Bad choice. Why did I decide to go for a PhD?”

“Don’t look at me. I was never the brains.”

Her sister suddenly looked like the toddler Frazer remembered from over twenty years ago. “It’s so hard, Frazer. Being an adult sucks.”

“Yeah, it does.”

“Why does Tony do it so well?”

Frazer had no idea how he’d ended up with genes that enabled him to open his own real estate company and live in some rich suburb with his two-point-five kids. Sometimes Frazer liked to think that their parents had put all their genius parenting skills into their eldest son and just faffed it with their younger daughters.

Actually, Frazer loved the kids; they could stay.

“Beats me.” Frazer said. “He was alone with our parents for five years. Maybe they gave up when they realised he couldn’t be perfect and so they had me.”

“Yeah, then over ten years later, they had me, ’cause you were a failure too.”

Damn. That had backfired.

“You were an accident.” It was the best Frazer could muster in her condition.

“Keep telling yourself that. How’s the new fish?”

She felt somehow better with her annoying sister there. Frazer leaned back as much as she could in her hard plastic chair. “Dory and Nemo hate each other.”