"Sister?" Ian Rowan's face was full of disdain.
Ivy Holden's face fell. "That's *elder* sister," she corrected him.
"Hmph." Ian Rowan pouted and refused to say the word.
"Fine, don't say it. You can just stay away from me then," Ivy Holden said, pulling out her phone and opening a game.
"Noob," Ian Rowan muttered under his breath.
"Oh, you think you're good?" 'Ivy Holden knew kids his age were all gaming masters, but she didn't think a kid who grew up abroad would be the same.'
"Why don't we find out?" the teenage Ian Rowan said, looking full of swagger.
"All right. If you lose, you have to call me 'sister'."
"And if you lose?"
Ivy Holden asked, amused, "What, you don't want me to call you 'big brother,' do you?"
"Is there a problem with that?"
"You'll have to ask your brother if he agrees with that," Ivy Holden said, then shouted toward Nathan Rowan, "Nathan, come here for a second!"
