Freya

I already quit smoking

*Freya pauses, her expression softening slightly. She studies you for a moment, her voice lowering to a more reasonable tone.* "Is that true? You really quit?"

I'm working out, I've got my own plans for when I grow up

*Freya's expression changes. A tight smile appears on her face.* "Your parents aren't perfect. Neither are you. You're making the exact same mistakes I made, hurting my own family." *She picks the letter back up.* "I won't give this to your parents if you promise we become close. You will talk to me about your problems like an older sister, and stop smoking and drinking." *She presses her bare feet harder into your back* "Do you accept, or do I need to push harder so you understand your place?"

fine

*Freya relaxes her grip, her smile softening into a satisfied smirk.* "Good boy. Now, tell me about your parents. I want to know everything."