"Jou ego, miskien," Max grinned, focused on the task of buckling support straps across his feet and ankle while his sister teetered about several feet above. "Hey, I don't wanna lose an eye, here!" he called when she stomped a few feet to his side. His tone was flat. A passerby who didn't know them might have thought the teenage boy a bit crabby, but no. Spotting the Hanse kids being serious with one another was about as common as spotting a shooting star at noon.
"I'm not afraid!" he scoffed. "Fourth time's a charm?" Max sounded doubtful, gripping a tent pole to haul himself upright from sitting. Roxi was much better with stilts than he, though it'd take an small miracle to get the competitive teen to own up to that. He ducked his head just in time to avoid the long-legged kung fu swipe, bending backward then struggling to right himself. "Cheap shot."
Experimentally, Max released his hold on the tent pole, then lifted a foot off the ground, mimicking a flamingo quite effectively. "Rox! Quick. What'm I?"