Abigail pouted as Miss MacKay talked about her brother. She didn't want to talk about Fletcher, she wanted to talk about his relationship with her, not him specifically. It was clear when Miss MacKay stated that she didn't have any siblings that she was right, because if she had had any, she would know that the first step to sisterhood was to bond over a commonality such as Fletcher. And what better way to bond over Fletcher than to talk about how good of a kisser he might be? Some would think it was a little awkward to talk about that with his possible intended future bride, but Abigail was always slightly awkward.

"Miss MacKay," she started almost hesitantly, "I don't think you understand why I'm here. I'm here because I wish to understand the woman my brother is falling in love with. Or might be fully in love with. I didn't get to grow up with Fletcher in the house, so I don't know what he's like fully. What his tastes are, what he's like outside of our home. I'm desperate to know all about everything because Mama keeps me under lock and key. If I leave the house I have to be chaperoned, if I talk to a man I have to be chaperoned, I can't do anything without being followed, even in my own home. I just want to learn!"