Lately she's taken to almost stalking his brother, Top.  He's cute, and it's fun in its own adolescent way, but she's not sure whether it's to be closer to Top or to hear the stories.  Sometimes she asks for them, like the time she asked, in curiosity, whether Oth ever beat up on him when they were younger (Never, but they were always in his hair, annoying him.  This made her wonder whether older siblings ever knew how much younger siblings worshipped them, and how much power they could wield if they would just indulge their want to follow them around sometimes).  It's in these sudden glimmering jewels of information that makes Oth real, that takes away his perfection.  There are other little things too, like one time when she was waiting for Top to get changed for swimming (she taught him backstroke that day) and Oth made fun of how long he took, and then said "What!?" in that annoyed way older siblings have when Top called for him.  She collects these conversations and moments in a jar, slowly trying to piece Oth's real self together.