[Saunders Residence]

"Stupid faerie stuff," Melissa confirms. She snorts, rubbing her arm across her face and coming away with tears and snot.

Gross.

"You probably don't remember either, do you Isaac?" she asks, looking up at her brother. Then her brow knits in confusion. "You look older. And your stupid butt looks bigger."

She buries her face in her arms again, her voice muffled when she speaks.

"Maybe you'll get as fat as an elephant, too."

Honestly elephants aren't that fat.

They're just big.

But Melissa is being cross and contrary, which isn't anything new for her. Not that Isaac would remember.