Van hated being called any form of the word ‘small’. He knew he was shorter than the average teen, slimmer, more petite. And there was nothing he could do to change it. It frustrated him, and now, apparently, he had an older brother who would call him his little brother.
Van rolled his eyes at the toast and took a healthy swallow from his own glass. Ewan draining his mug earned the other kelpie another eyeroll. What a show off. Van hated people like that.
“Yeah, I have questions. First off, why’d they send you? Why didn’t whoever’s in charge over there come here himself?”