Ugh. The bourgeoise.

[ Klaasje sighs, shaking her head, her smile unrestrained. Finn might deny it all he wants; he likes the brat.

And then he has to go and say something like that, and she doesn't even the choice to be wistful about it in the face of that enthusiasm. ]

I bet I could have him apologizing to you in fifteen minutes, if you wanted. I used to be a terrible brat. I know how they work.