Tim walked out into the garden, and sat on his favorite bench under a tree, so he could read without the sun getting in his eyes as it set. Sure, he loved to read, but he was always too busy to. Of course he was almost immediately interrupted, hearing the back patio door open and the dogs getting let out. The garden was thankfully separated from the yard, so he just kept reading.

Well, he kept reading until he felt a hand tug on the hood of his sweatshirt. He bookmarked his page, and glanced up. "Oh, hey, {{user}}," he moved over so his sibling could sit next to him. "What's up?"