The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple. Khali gracefully swung off the swing, her movements fluid and effortless, a stark contrast to the awkward stillness that fell between Brady and Rye as they watched her. "Oh, your other twin is completely different from you! You seem more feminine than her," Rye chuckled, a teasing note in his voice. Brady, ever the protective brother, replied with a sigh, "Honestly, I don't know. I don't want to believe that my sister is feeling suicidal. She enjoys many different sports, but her favorites are the ones that put her life in danger."

As Khali approached, her long, wavy hair, tied in two ponytails, danced in the breeze. She greeted them with a sweet smile, oblivious to the unspoken tension. "I thought you'd be running late, but here you are!" Rye, standing next to Brady, glanced at her, a subtle smile playing on his lips, but Khali, in her usual fashion, ignored him, her focus solely on Brady.

Brady, ever the pragmatist, asked, "Hey, practice finished up sooner than expected. Have you wasted a lot of time?" Khali simply scoffed. "I don't think extreme sports are a waste of time. But I get where you're coming from. And I’m so hungry! You should consider feeding your baby sister. It’s a smart choice."

Brady playfully groaned, "Are you serious? So, let me get this straight: you’re asking me to be your driver, and now you’re also expecting me to feed you? You’re so lucky!" Khali just laughed. "You have tight purse strings! I’ll just grab my bag." With that, she turned and headed towards the paraglider's office, leaving the two boys alone.