Sandy had to hand it to her brother as despite how disruptive he could be when it came to helping the kids with their daily tasks, he at least kept everyone entertained and smiling. The two weeks before he had finally showed up at the cabin had been a dire as the sense of hopelessness was so thick that Sandy found herself almost barely to breath and even her young children had taken note of this. However, now that her brother was present, even as times stayed difficult, he always made a mostly successful effort to lighten the mood. At the current moment he was pressing her two 3 year olds to write out his age, and he kept telling them they got it wrong even after they got it correct. They two had started out at 8 and then started writing the next number in line all the way up until he had gotten them to write to 41 before they started writing out the numbers in the wrong sequence.

"I win." Randy grinned as he stuck his tongue out at the young girl and boy.

"NO!" Elizabeth shouted in protest. "No fair!"

"Yeah!" Blaze sulked. "You're old."

"Sandy?" He looked at his sister as his ears drooped from their statement. "Are ya really gonna let yer youngen's talk about ya like that?" He then looked at the two youngest and shook his head in disappointment, as the two older children watched due to how loud their siblings study group had gotten. "Ya know yer mom is older than me, right?"

"Barely." Sandy sighed as she finally stood up to shoo her twin brother to the couch. "Why don't ya just try reading dem a story instead of doing math, Randy? Can ya please handle that so I can keep Wes and Tex focused on their work fer a bit?"

Randy went to the limited book shelf and started looking over it as the two young twins jumped forcefully onto the couch likely to get a few fun bounces out of it while avoiding their mother's rath of actually jumping on the furniture.

"I want a story too." Tex whined.

"Me too." Wes chimed in as he frowned at his mother.

Sandy let out a defeated sigh as she rolled her eyes at herself as she should have known better than to bring Randy into her strict study session. "Fine. We can take a break fer a little while and put yer uncle ta work fer a bit. Guess he owes us that much." Sandy now crossed her arms and smirked at him as he glanced over at her and winked his eye.

"Y'all have fallen right inta my trap!" Randy held up a book and laughed book holding it out in front of him and reading the title. "Beyond Good and Evil." He mused out loud.

"Randy, no!" Sandy scolded as she sat in the middle of the couch before her two oldest climbed up on her lap and spread out leaving almost no room for the storyteller himself.

"I ever tell ya dat you ain't any fun?" Randy questioned his sister as he picked up another book and forced his way on the couch so that he was sitting closely to his sister. Both adults now found their laps covered with children waiting to be entertained.

Sandra thought to herself for less than a second before responding. "Daily, since we turned 12."

Randy moved his face close to hers and then moved his lips to brush agiesnt her ear closer to him. "Ya ain't any fun." He whispered causing her to giggle from his hot breath tickling the extremely short fur inside of her ear.

"Stop it, ya jerk!" She continued to laugh as she pushed him away knowing full well, he'd just pull her back.

"You stop it!" He demanded back playfully as he attempted to blow into her ear again. Getting another light push out of her.

The two siblings kept up their light wrestling, while the four young children held onto them, for a bit longer before Randy finally noticed all four kids looking at them confused and then realized that both he and his sisters had got heated enough to start blushing. He because a bit embarrassed even through the children had no idea that the two adults, they now clung too had just been teasing each other to the point of flirting and to even cause them both to become flustered. Sandy seemed to realizes how far things had gone herself, after Randy sat up, as she followed suit and cleared her throat nervously.

"You don't want it ta happen again my ass." Randy thought to himself and then smiled at his little victory. "Alright!" He beamed as he held the book up in his hand. "Who's ready fer Game of Thrones?"

All the children cried out in joy having no idea what the book title was. Sandy just looked at him a bit annoyed as she raised an eyebrow.

"Ok. Ok... It's really 1984. But, yer uncul Randy will make it fun ta y'all by reading in fun voicing and changing all the boring parts. Which is half of da dumb book." Randy mumbled the last half to himself.

"I guess Gorge Orwell is better than the other titles you brough up, but I know we got more kid friendly books, Randy." Sandy tried not to chastise her brother, but still couldn't hold back her displeasure at the literature he had picked for her twins ages 5 and 3.

"I just wanted 'em ta hear something new. Besides, I though you loved classic snooze fests."

"I thought you loved philosophy works?" Sandy shot back now a bit confused that he had just caused her to take up the other end of the argument from where she had started.

"I do, but I admit it can be drier than a northerner's attempt at barbeque." Randy smiled as he got a nod of approval out of her. "Great... Let's see what magic I can work on this amazing, sad sack of a short story." Randy opened the book and started to read over dramatically pulling the kids in to a story there was no way they'd understand. Sandy leaned back herself and enjoyed the sound of his voice and the way his face would twist into different expressions as he jumped from one voice tone to another in an attempt to keep the children entertained.

She smiled feeling thankful he was there with her and her offspring. "He would have made a great father." She thought to herself as she placed one of her hands on his knee.