I'm fully convinced that Pepa can tell pick out Camilo. Even if he's shifted into someone else. So, here we go.

Enjoy~

"Whatcha workin' on primita?" Camilo asked as he looked over his cousin's shoulder. He could see a roll of fabric, along with various different colored strings.

Mirabel rolled her eyes at the nickname. Even though they were only three months apart, he still felt the need to call her his 'little cousin'. She pointed to the large number of sewing supplies that were scattered across the table. "A new mochila. My old one has a hole in it."

"Oh, cool." He nodded, seeming to be interested.

Mirabel knew better though. Camilo was up to something. She slapped at the hand that tried to pick up the half-finished strap of her bag. It had taken her far too long to risk him accidentally tearing or undoing it.

"Something on your mind?"

"You're kind of smart." He ignored the look she gave him. "I mean, you know a lot about our powers and stuff. Can you tell me why Mami seems to know me?"

Mirabel gave him a blank stare. The obvious answer was that she could look at him and see it was him. But she doubted that it was the response he wanted. More information, that's what she needed. "What do you mean?"

"I don't know how to explain it. But she just always knows it me. Like, I could line up with Señora Lopez's twins and she'd still be able to pick me out. Even Señora can't tell Luìs and Miguel apart."

"That's not possible Cam." Mirabel said as Camilo flopped down onto the couch behind his cousin. Mirabel snipped the last piece of string, before putting the scissors down. Her mochila wasn't nearly finished, but it didn't seem like Camilo was going to leave her alone any time soon.

"I'm telling you. It is." The curly haired boy sighed as he reached out and snatched one of her balls of yarn off of the table. Leaning back, he propped his feet up on the table. "It's kinda creepy actually."

"And I'm telling you, statistically it's impossible for Tía Pepa to know it's you every time. There has to be a time she's wrong. That's just the rule of probability."

Cam tossed the teal yarn ball up and down. "Think about it. Have you ever seen her have any problems picking me out of a crowd?" Leaning against the couch, she looked up to the ceiling. She tried to think back. Had there ever been a time that Pepa couldn't pick him out? Or even second guessed herself? No. It was like magic. Pepa could walk into a room, and instantly know it was him.

"Maybe you don't act like whoever you're copying."

"What do you mean? I look just like them. I can fool literally anyone but her. And sometimes Dol, but that's because she cheats."

They heard a quiet squeak as Dolores passed by them. "I do not."

Before Camilo could pick a fight with his sister, Mirabel explained herself. "What I mean is. Maybe she's able to pick you out by the way you act. You may change shape, but you still act like you."

That seemed to catch his attention. Any time she had ever seen her cousin imitate someone, he still acted very... Camilo. He took their appearances, but not once did he try to mimic their personalities. "So, hear me out. You need to find someone to actually study. Their movements, speech, even the way they walk. Then, I think you'd be able to fool her."

The curly brunette nodded, taking in his cousin's words. She made a good point, if he could just find someone to copy, then maybe he'd finally be able to get his mother or at least throw her off.

Now, all he had to do was find someone.

Dolores was out of the question. She told their mother everything. Isabela was too 'mature' to go along with it. Luisa still hasn't finished her chores. That only left one person.

Camilo broke into a grin as he eyed the back of Mirabel's head. "Congratulations. You're hired."

"Me? Why me?"

"Because it's your theory, genia."

Mirabel weighed her options. She could just say no, and tell Camilo to find someone else. But the thought of him being able to learn something new, especially if he could do it well enough to fool her Tía. If it worked, it could open up a whole new realm of possibilities for him and his gift. "Alright. I'm in."

A loud thump echoed throughout Casita. Isabela narrowed her eyes as she turned the corner. She had the sinking suspicion that her youngest sister was up to something. Turning the corner into the dining room, her suspicions were confirmed. Luisa sat hunched over on a chair. Examining not one, but two Mirabels. "What's going on here?"

Luisa turned to the eldest, seeming completely stumped. She gestured between the copies that stood in front of her. "I can't tell them apart."

A perfect eyebrow arched. "Okay? Why are you trying to tell them apart?"

"They asked me to."

"And?"

"Aaaand. I can't figure it out."

Luisa stood from her seat, ignoring the annoyance radiating from her sister. The strongest Madrigal had learned early into her years that Isabela could be a tad... dramatic. Not that she dared say anything. She slung each of her arms around the two, and pulled them in close. She had to admit, she was proud of her cousin.

The Mirabel to her right laughed at her sister's annoyance. "She acts like she could do a better job."

"She couldn't if she tried." The left added.

With another roll of her eyes, Isabela waved them off. She didn't have time for this. Abuela asked her to make sure that Casita's pillars were full of roses for her meeting tonight. Besides. She was almost eighteen. Almost an adult. And adults didn't play children's games. "Of course, I could. But I don't have time to play these stupid games with you two, idiotas."

The Mirabel on the left looked to the one on the right. Both wore an identical satisfied smirk. "She's scared."

The right nodded. "Yep. Definitely scared."

Isabela flipped her hair as she spun around, letting a trail of flowers fall. Being the eldest of all of the children, it was her job to be the bigger person. In a silly situation like this, the bigger person would walk away.

"What's wrong Isa? Can't admit you're wrong?"

"Apparently not. She can't tell us apart. So much for being Señora Perfect."

Screw being the bigger person.

Stomping back over to the pair, she narrowed her eyes as she looked them over, head to toe. Her irritation only grew as their grins widened.

"Enough." Of course, she could tell her annoying sister apart from her equally as annoying younger cousin. If she had the time, that is. But she didn't. She needed to get them out of the room so she could finish up with the decorating. It definitely wasn't because one of the Mirabels had been right.

All she needed was a little help.

As if on que, Dolores walked past. "Dols, can you just tell them apart so we can get this over with?"

Isabela knew she wouldn't have to go any further details. Dolores heard everything. Her hearing was especially attuned to the family and their antics. Dolores let out a squeak as she looked between the pair in Luisa's arms. "I can't."

"What?" Isabel blinked.

"I can't. They sound the same."

"Wow." Luisa finally let the two go. She raised her hand to the Mirabel to the right, ready for a high-five. "Nice going primo." Hesitating, she looked to the Mirabel on her left. Unsure as to which one she should actually high-five. "Or- uh. Primo."

"It worked!" The two Mirabels bounced with excitement as they left the others in the room. The first test had been a success, which meant they could move on to the next step.

The pair's next target were none other than their own fathers. It hadn't taken them long to hunt them down. They found them both, conveniently, in the kitchen.

Agustín looked between the two, trying to figure out which one of them was his real Miraboo. "I can't tell which one's which."

The husbands had been at it for longer than they would have liked to admit. Glancing at one of the clocks, Agustín noticed that they were now working on almost fifteen minutes. An idea popped into his head. He clapped his hands together. "Alright, which one of you is the real Mirabel?" Both of them raised their hands. He deflated. He thought he might be able to trick them. Apparently not. "It was worth a try. Your turn."

Félix shrugged. "I have no idea, bro."

"What do you mean you have no idea? He's your son."

"And she's your daughter."

"What's going on?" Both men froze at the sound of Julieta. She entered the kitchen, with an amused eyebrow raised. Dolores had filled her in once she had returned home. But neither of the men needed to know that. She'd never admit it, but she did like giving her husband a hard time.

"We're trying to find out which one is Camilo." Agustín explained as he watched his wife wash her hands in the sink. The first step in her dinner time routine.

Casita offered her a rag to dry her hands on. Thanking the house as she took it, she turned and raised an eyebrow at the two men. "You can't tell?"

"Can you?" Her brother-in-law scoffed.

Tucking her rag into her pocket, she walked over to the two. Just like the others, she narrowed her eyes, examining the pair. She would give her sobrino credit. He really outdone himself this time. She almost couldn't tell them apart. Almost. She pointed to the Mirabel on the right. "This one's my Mirabel."

"Are you sure, mom?"

"Really sure?"

She looked at them again. Tracing back over their features. Of course, she was right. What kind of mother wouldn't be able to tell her own child? Yet, the longer she looked, the less confidence she had in her decision. "I-um."

"She can't tell them apart either." Félix whispered triumphantly.

Julieta coughed into her fist. She didn't have to turn around to see the smug look on Agustín or Félix's faces. They were right. But they didn't need to know that. "I must say. You've done a wonderful job Cam. How long have you two been working on this?"

"All day." The pair said in unison.

"Well. You've outdone yourself. Both of you." Julieta said. "Will you two switch back now?"

Félix laughed. He patted his sister-in-law's back. He knew that his son was just too good. For any of them apparently. "They said they won't switch back until we can tell the difference."

"Tell the difference between what." Pepa's voice called out as she walked into the kitchen. She looked between the adults and the children. She pieced the situation together pretty quickly. "Oh."

Félix rubbed the back of his neck as he gestured to the pair. "A little help mi amor."

"Mirabel is on the right. Cami is on the left." No hesitation. No room for questions. The three adults looked at the redhead.

"Are you sure about that, Tía." The Mirabel to the left asked.

A devilish grin spread across her face as she cupped said Mirabel's face in between her hands. She had to hand it to her little boy. This was the most effort he had ever put into one of his shifts. "Sí, Caminito. You should know by now that you can't fool me."

Shifting back, he looked at his cousin with an unimpressed stare. All their hard work, thrown out the window like it was nothing. "I told you."

"How do you do that Tía Pepa?"

Pepa shrugged as she pulled her son into a hug. "Call it mother's intuition."