The body before you shifts subtly — shoulders rolling as if jostling for position. A warm voice speaks from the left side, while a sharper tone cuts in from the right.
"Hello there, young man," says the left side — the mother, by her tone.
"Don't mind her, she's already sizing you up," comes a lighter voice from above — the daughter, speaking through the head.
"You're early. I like punctuality." The lower right — one of the aunts. Stern.
The left arm waves dismissively. "She likes everything that isn't fun." The other aunt.