She promptly stuck her tongue out at her older brother and blew him a noisy raspberry, the raucous sound of her laughter filling the tent as he executed a rather impressive Matrix-esque move to avoid her kick. "Geen goedkoop skote nie, net onbewusbare broers," she countered in a sing-song voice, and boogied herself around in a circle that was reminiscent of a small child doing the hokey-pokey, shimmering jazz-hands and all.
She turned just in time to see him strike his pose, and she scrunched her face into an overly animated caricature of someone deep in thought. She brightened in realization and even thrust one finger towards the peaked ceiling of the tent in a proud gesture of genius. "An idiot!" she exclaimed, and promptly doubled over in a peel of fresh giggling that threatened to topple her.
She stumbled, but caught herself with some wild pinwheeling of her arms, nearly clipping Max in the face with an errant elbow. For all her taunting, practicing with her brother had quickly become one of her favorite things to do here at the cirque. It offered her an outlet for her boundless energy, gave her something to focus on, and, perhaps best of all, she also got to spend time with Max.
Not to mention it was fun as all heck to watch him fall down.
"Ooh, oh, who am I?" And she folded her arms and mean mugged at him, stamping around back and forth and gesticulating wildly to imaginary people below her who had apparently displeased her greatly. It was her very best impersonation of Kennet.