"So," Kaito said, causally. "What was it you wanted to talk to me about, Yukiko-obasan?" He knew a set up when he saw one.
Yukiko twitched, but laughed pleasantly at him. And then she reached over to pinch and stretch his cheeks, smiling sweetly as Kaito flailed about. "Ow, ow, ow!"
"Oh, Kai-chan! You haven't changed a bit!" She cooed at him. "You called me that dreadful, horrible thing back then, too. Please, I insist – " She twisted his cheeks slightly. "Call me neechan, or just Yukiko."
"Okay, okay, okay! Neechan, got it, lemme go!" Kaito whined, and sulked once she released him with a smug look, rubbing his abused cheeks with watery eyes. Then he paused, recognition setting in. "Hey! You're that scary obasan – er, neechan! – that visited oyaji that one time!" He said, pointing at her.
Yukiko smiled at him, more warmly this time, and she nodded. "Yes, I am. Toichi-sensei taught me everything I know about acting," Her eyes grew sad. "We had plans on having you and Shinichi meeting for a play date, back then, but..." Yukiko trailed off, shaking her head. She brightened up, "But that's not what I was wanting to talk to you about, Kai-chan! Since my son finally got a clue and made his decision about you – honestly, he gets that denseness from his father. Tsk! – I have some tips for you!"
"Tips?" Kaito echoed, looking interested. "What kind of tips?"
"Why, on handling your Kudo man, of course!" Yukiko beamed, and Kaito laughed. She giggled in response, and scooted over so that she was sitting closer to him, and they started whispering to each other, sharing wicked grins.
Shinichi, on the other side of the house, felt a shiver of dread.
Yuusaku gave him a sympathetic look. "You get used to it," He said to his bewildered son, who didn't know what he was talking about.
"What?"
"You'll see. You'll see..."