As Glacia exited the stadium, she was struck by a flying blue towel. As it lay upon her head, covering the whole thing, she let out a muffled groan. 'Hello to you to, brother.'
'Here's a towel!' Incendia replied, a little too late. 'I can't believe you lost. You never lose anything!'
Glacia removed the towel, and brushed her forehead slightly with it. 'I guess I can't be good at everything.'
'Says my sister, who defeated the Great Devourer of the Black Canyons.'
'That was a snail, Incendia.'
'Was it? 'Twas a very big one, I remember.'
'You were hiding in a fridge, I seem to recall. Strange how that was possible in the middle of a desert.'
'I was hot, and I wanted a lemon.'
'Lemonade?'
'No, just a lemon.'
Glacia groaned once again. 'No, I mean... do you want some lemonade? There's a stand just over there.' She pointed across the stadium, where the hotdog guy had quickly painted over his "hotdogs!" sign to read "Lemonade!"
'Ooh, yes please. Can I also have some ice cream?'
'There is no ice cream.'
'There is no spoon?! Oh no!' Incendia ran about, arms in the air. 'There is no spoon! There is NO SPOO- oh hey look, a penny!' Incendia reached down, and picked up a bottlecap.
Glacia wondered if the lemonade stand also sold large, blunt objects. For hitting annoying brothers, of course.