Just then there was a quick knock onthe partly open door and an older boy's voice said "Hey, Squirt. Whatcha want to do for dinner? Mom and Dad won't be back until late."
Aaron paled and whispered "Oh, crap! It's my brother!"
But before he could anseer, the door pushed open and a seventeen year-old version of Aaron stuck his head in. "McDonalds OK with..." His eyes widened and he froze in the doorway as he saw the odd collection of creatures. "What the fuck!?"
Cary grinned. "Hi, Steve. Pretty crazy, right?"
Steve blinked and came into the room slowly. "Those are costumes, right?" He looked at Aaron and Cory, and then the elf, before staring at Ben. "I can figure out the others, but how can that centaur possibly work? I mean, where are your legs?"
Ben grinned and lifted each of his four legs in turns, and swished his tail. "I thought they were pretty obvious."
The older boy took a sudden step back, nearly running into the elf who had moved behind him. He spun around, looking startled and scared. "What's going on? Who are you? Where's my brother?"
Aaron raised a hoof-like hand and wheezed out "Right here, Steve. And they aren't costumes."
The elf grinned up at Steve. "No soda left, so I'll use soe of my own magic. Let's see. We have a centaur, a satyr, and a donkey. I thnk you'd make a great..."