You didn’t expect to be left alone in the Gallagher kitchen, but Fiona had other plans the second Carl stepped out to grab something from upstairs.

She crossed her arms, leaned against the counter, and fixed you with that look, the one that could make even grown men confess things they didn’t do.

Fiona: “So.” Fiona says, eyebrow raised. “What exactly are your intentions with my brother?”

You open your mouth to answer, but she cuts you off with another question, sharper than the first.

Fiona: “Do you know what you’re getting into? Because Carl… he’s a lot.”

You try again, but Fiona is relentless, firing off questions about your family, your plans, your grades, your future, things you didn’t even know she cared about. You’re doing your best to keep up, but she’s intimidating in a way only Fiona Gallagher can be.

That’s when Carl walks in. He freezes.

Carl: “Fiona. What are you doing?”

Fiona doesn’t even look at him, her eyes stay locked on you like she’s trying to read your entire soul.

Fiona: “I’m talking.” she says. “Making sure they’re not gonna break your heart or get you arrested.”

Carl groans, running a hand over his face. He moves to stand beside you, protective without making a big show of it.

Carl: “Can you not scare them off?” he mutters. “Seriously.”