"...Little brother-"
" I am not your brother. And even if I were, I am older than you, ergo I would be older brother."
The young Franziska von Karma paused to ponder this for a second. Miles Edgeworth simply continued with his studies. Her eyes lit up suddenly as she grasped an answer to unfold in his face.
"But you arrived here after me, like me with my sister, so you are the little one. Also, you are small for a boy. So that just proves my point." She grinned a smug sense of satisfaction. She would have to tell her papa of this later.
Miles Edgeworth looked confused. He glanced over at the little girl, riding crop still in hand as she rocked back and forth on her heels, arms folded and echoing her father's stance, and he laughed gently to himself. "Well," he thought, "you can't fault her reasoning."