✂ 48: Leprechaun
June, 2074: the Lane's House
On this particular afternoon, Vienna was being particularly irritable.
"Mum said you have to play with me!"
"Simone said nothing of the sort," Macy retorted.
"Did too!" Vienna answered.
"No, I don't think she did."
"Yes. She did!"
"Look, it's not my fault you're an irritating little leprechaun," Macy replied dramatically.
Vienna's jaw fell. "I am NOT a leprechaun!"
"Check again, tiny."
"I. AM. NOT. A. LEPRECHAUN." the five year old screamed. Macy pulled a green bowler hat off the coat rack and set it on top of her younger cousin's head.
"Yes, you are." *smirk* And Macy wins again.