[She keeps her arm slung across his shoulders lazily, watching him get back into the game with genuine interest beneath her hazy expression. He's close enough to her in age that she doesn't feel like this is babysitting. It's more... hanging out. Normal hanging out, not 'help cousin Dima steal these hubcaps and use your tiny hands to fit through security grates.' It almost feels natural. It's nice.

She smiles at his confidence. If she didn't know any better, she'd think they WERE related. She's slowly trying to piece together the tangled web of bullshit family relations they shoved in her head. There's a few blank spots around Bucky and Peter, but the mention of his pa seems to ring a bell. Still fuzzy, though.]

Bucky's place is kinda packed. He doesn't need me up in his space all the time. Jeff and I are kind of a package deal lately... and Eliot said I could crash, so...

[You know, since her entire sham marriage dissolved spectacularly, leaving her heartbroken and lied to and betrayed.]

Your dad and I don't talk much. [Or ever.] ... I need another drink.