Cait chortles at the mental image Pippa summons, picking up one of the other wands to poke her friend in return. "Oh, the multi-leveled irony ... it would be brilliant. Do you think we could manage to get him into a matching tutu?" The fairy skirts they sell here are all child-sized, but surely something can be arranged.

"And don't give up on the photo-op possibilities either," she goes on, her grin taking on that particular shade of little-sister evil. "Just arm me with a camera. However fast bigger brother moves, I assure you I can move faster."