Enteinne slid off the bike, arm not moving from his sister even as he continued to hold himself in a slouch and flip open one of the saddle bags. He replied to his sister first while tucking his helmet away, "'course we can stay, ma Tinker Belle. Never been one ta turn down free food, ya know dat."
He chuckled and after the saddlebag was securely shut once more, he moved around behind his sister and rested his chin on her shoulder to look out at the new men she seemed to be accepting of. Hands in his pockets and butt wiggling ever so slightly, he let his shoulders shrug up once and spoke to Nick, "Dat's up ta ma seour, mon ami. Jus' so long as ya don' be touchin' wit ya hands, least ways. Only one dat touch ma bike is ma Belle here."
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