His smirk is the overly wicked one of a rebellious teenager, shrugging lightly. “It’s good practice and honestly a lesson for Uncle Myc in what can be considered viable security because his.. it’s atrocious I think I could have hacked it when we were ten.”
“Consider it an you owe me one.”
“Goodness, I don’t think I can make up with hacking the British government Quentin. How would I even start?” she asked as she leaned against his desk, crossing her arms and smirking at him.
“I mean, Uncle Mynny would be impressed and angry simultaneously. But really, I’ll owe you with an international incident my dear brother. Any time you need some kind of chemical brewed, a lie told, or just being your wingman,” she replied, winking at the last one. “I’m always there for you.”
He of course can’t help but to think it sounds horribly dull considering it’s not his are of interest of course. Already he’s trying to come up with a plan of action that would keep their attention on anyone but Jemma. “Could hack Uncle Myc’s severs. Descend him into chaos, sign it as myself so that our fathers are occupied with fending him off.”
“Quentin! Don’t start a domestic disaster just so I can stay out two more hours!” she laughed before leaning down and hugging him. “You’re too much, I swear.”
“I know its not beyond your capabilities but if it involves the British government, I really think it might be too much trouble. You don’t have to lie for me. I don’t mind being caught out.”
The suspicion is clear on his face as she smirks in response to his words, his brow darting upwards in a curious uptick. His fingers pause over the keyboard before he draws them back entirely and sits back in the chair to regard her. “I missed you too.” He admitted it easily enough before she continued. ‘And that explains my suspicion.” He teased lightly enough before nodding in agreement. “I don’t make promises but I’ll attempt to keep them preoccupied.”
“That’s all I need. Its nothing controversial. Just Science and the Implements as it comes to Religion,” she replied as she moved closer, leaning against his desk. “But it ends late is the thing. I might be out past midnight,” she explained as she flicked his hair a bit, teasing him. “Just make sure they don’t go looking for me is all I ask.”
“The tone you said that in only leads me to be suspicious.” He said skeptically. “But .. fine, I guess.”
Jemma smirked just a smidge as she looked at her beloved brother. “Just making sure. I’ve missed you,” she assured him as she stepped closer. “While we’re talking, do you think you could keep father and dad busy tonight? There’s a symposium I want to see and its going to go late. You know how they are….”
