[ Ama isn't expecting sudden displays of affection, and definitely won't demand them-- not from Finn, anyway. Nieces, nephews, younger siblings... completely different story, but they tended to attach to any available limb first anyway.

She smiles, though, extending a fist to lightly bump his shoulder. Well, he's trying, she's sure of it. ]

Más alto, Abuela used to say, all the time-- because her hearing wasn't so good, you know? And there's always so many of us that we got used to yelling. It kind of stuck, sorry.

[ And her own sense of enthusiasm probably hadn't helped. She considers it, briefly, keeping her voice softer for the sake of Finn's (adorable and probably soft as hell) ears... maybe. She could avoid yelling, anyway. For now, she lets the backpack slide with a thump beside her, gathering her hair up with one hand (it's hoooot) before she lets it fall again and peers at his book. ]

And what're you reading this time?