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Greg smiled as he watched Meghan chug the iced tea in front of him, his smile growing as he heard his step-sister tap her foot as she bounced her leg up and down.

"Okay, I finished the first one." Meghan whispered once she was done, not wanting to draw attention to herself. "Now I -"

"Hello, folks." A waitress interrupted suddenly, getting the attention of both step-siblings. "My name's Lucy, I'm be serving you today. What can I get you both to eat?"

"Yeah, I'll have the fillet mignon, medium rare, with the mango sauce." Greg replied, ordering the most expensive item on the menu.

"Okay. And for you, Ma'am?"

"Oh, I'm not really hungry." Meghan replied with a sheepish chuckle, desperately fighting with her bladder.

"Oh, my little sister is just kidding." Greg said, causing Meghan to look at him in confusion. "She'll have the smiley face mac and cheese."

"Um... The one from our kid's menu?" Lucy asked in confusion, looking at the mortified woman. "She looks a little old to be ordering from that."

"Oh, she is, but she always does this when we go out to eat." Greg lied as Meghan balked.

"Okay then. One fillet mignon and one kid's mac and cheese, coming right up." Lucy said as she began to walk away, only stopping to ask, "Do you want a refill on that tea, hunny?"

"Oh, n-"

"Why thank you, she would love some more." Greg interrupted as Lucy walked away again.

Once she was gone, Meghan turned to Greg. "What the hell?!" She hissed under her breath, "Ordering for me off the kid's menu? I'm not even hungry, and then you went and made it sound like I always do this! 'Little sister'? I'm almost two years older than you!"

"Oh, right. Your birthday's tomorrow, isn't it?" Greg said, feigning forgetfulness. With a mocking chuckle, he added, "How old are you going to be again? Three? Four?"

"Ugh!" Meghan groaned, getting up from her seat in annoyance. She didn't have time for this. Her bladder was practically screaming at her!

"And where do you think you're going, Meggy?" Greg asked.

"I have to... Oh, please don't make me say it."

"Ah, do you have to go potty, Meggy?" Greg cooed mockingly.

"Not so loud!" Meghan hissed, her face blazing.

"Well, you know the rule that Frank has at home about being excused from the table."

"Please, be reasonable!" Meghan begged as she sat back down, knowing that her father's rule was 'never leave the table without finishing what was in front of you'. "My bladder is literally about to burst!"

"Well, if you have to go, then go. You're wearing a diaper right?"

"I am not going to wet my di-" Meghan said, a little too loud before catching herself. Clearing her throat, she muttered, "My you know what."

"Well, I have two other options then." Greg offered. "Option one is that I let you go to the bathroom, but in exchange, you lose your shorts for the rest of the day. Option two is that you be a big girl and hold it a little longer while you finish your tea and mac and cheese if it arrives while your drinking. Pick your poison."