"...Margaret," Theodore answered with a sigh. He figured he could take his chances with his older sister, considering that she was likely at fault for his current situation.
Elizabeth pursed her lips, visibly disappointed with her brother's answer. "Fine," she said. “I’ll summon her.”
Theodore sighed, inwardly hoping that Margaret was feeling merciful today.
"Margie!" Elizabeth called, yelling at the top of her voice. Theodore covered his ears as his older sister's yelling had become nearly unbearable.
Within seconds, Margaret arrived, appearing in a flash of light. "You called, sister?"
Elizabeth held her hand out, brandishing her shrunken brother. "He's your problem now," she said. "He ate my prized flan, and I let him chose his punishment. He chose you for some inexplicable reason."
Margaret smiled, reaching out and plucking her now tiny brother from her sister's palm. She poked at his stomach, chuckling slightly at his annoyed squeaks. “My, little brother, you sure need to learn about getting yourself into trouble.”
“I shall leave you two at it,” Elizabeth said. “When I come back, I expect him to be outfitably punished.”
“Suitably,” Margaret corrected.
With a flash of light, Elizabeth disappeared.
“Sister, it was you who stole Elizabeth’s flan, was it not?” Theodore asked, taking a seat in Margaret’s palm.
“I know nothing of the sort,” she said. “You know how Caroline and Justine could be. I wouldn’t be surprised if they were the culprits.”
“Right…” Theodore sighed, already tired of everyone of his sister’s antics.
Margaret pursed her lips. “Though, I am offended you instinctively blamed me. Surely, you don’t think that lowly of your eldest sister.”
“Wh-what!? Of course not!” Theodore shot back, realizing he was getting cornered.
“You should consider yourself lucky that you are in my possession,” she said, an impish smirk on her face.
Theodore grimaced.