 Rylee Fluttery Pegasi
Right, then. That bite hidden in Rylee's tone didn't go unnoticed. But Quinn had tried. She'd extended an olive branch and if Rylee wasn't interested in taking it, so be it. With an annoyed, resigned sigh, she quietly returned to focusing working the confetti out of Rylee's hair, and didn't say anything else.
She meant what she'd said. Quinn knew how close he was with Rylee. She wasn't trying to come between that. Nor could she, in her mind. If it ever came down to it, and Reese had to choose, permanent, to keep one in his life, and cut the other out, he would always choose his sister. Did she not see that?
If she were honest with herself, Quinn might have admitted that deep down, she was a bit envious of their bond. As an only child, and with parents like hers, Quinn didn't have that closeness to her family they had.
Whatever.
Quinn had extended an olive branch, and now it was Rylee's play. If and when she wanted to take that, good. Otherwise. Not Quinn's problem anymore. She made an attempt.
"I think that's good for now," she said, shortly. "You should have no trouble getting the rest of it out with a bath. Here." She handed the jar of sparkly, glittery confetti to the Niffler, collected her bag, and left the girl's bathroom without another word.
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