[That's interesting, and she sneaks an interested glance between bites of pancake.]

Something like that. My little brother wants to be a painter. If my older sister had her way, she'd spend her whole life eating candy and living off the family fortune. Our parents were so excited to send us to learn these things, so perhaps I'm doing my part ensuring at least one of us actually likes it.

[And she looks back up at him, voice in that smug and slightly ominous tone she seems prone to affecting.]

I suppose it's different if you've run out of time, though, is it?