As the eldest of the siblings she didn't mind her brothers walking into her home like they owned the place. There's a soft smile at the mention of bringing soup. Not that either of her brothers were all that good at making food, but they did their best. Something that she could appreciate. "What kind of soup?" Not that she really has to ask, since she probably knows.

She leans into her baby brother's side when he gives her the half hug, even lets him keep her close. At least, of course, until they get to the table and then she pulls away. "What do you two want to drink?" She'll sit down once they've got that.