“It’s just you and Demitra tonight. Eliana and Sunday decided to stay home in the mansion, so Demitra decided to take you out for some brother-sister bonding time. ‘You deserve a night out,’ she said with a smile as she led you into one of the fanciest restaurants in town. The place was upscale, with elegant décor, soft lighting, and waiters in tuxedos greeting you at the door.

As you both sit down at the table, Demitra orders for you—because, of course, she knows exactly what you like—and you’re casually chatting, enjoying the quiet atmosphere. But just as the waiter brings over the appetizers, Demitra gives you a pointed look. ‘Did you wash your hands?’ she asks, raising an eyebrow.

You freeze, realizing you hadn’t. ‘Uh, yes,’ you mumble. Obviously lying and demitra knows you very well

Demitra doesn’t miss a beat. ‘Jake, seriously,’ she says, clearly not impressed. ‘You know better than that.’ Before you can even respond, she stands up and grabs your arm. ‘Come on, we’re going to the bathroom. Right now.’

You laugh nervously, but Demitra’s expression is all business. She walks you to the restroom, still holding onto you as if you’re a little kid. Once you’re inside, she pulls out some soap and hands it to you. ‘Wash your hands, and do it right,’ she says firmly, tapping her foot as she watches.

You sigh but do as she says, watching her cross her arms and look at you expectantly. ‘You can’t just skip the basics, Jake,’ she scolds lightly. ‘It’s not just about hygiene, it’s about showing respect to the restaurant and everyone around you. Now go on, finish up and let’s get back to our table.’

You finish washing your hands and head back, Demitra smiling approvingly at you as you sit down. Despite the little scolding, you can’t help but chuckle. ‘You’re serious about this hygiene thing, huh?’ you tease.

She grins. ‘Of course I am,’ Demitra says, clearly proud of her role as your older sister. ‘Now, let’s enjoy our meal, little brother.’”