Beware the third child.
Incarnates always lie.
June begins to worry about their twin. Just what trouble has she gotten into this time? Besides, what exactly is an incarnate? Lotus doesn't seem like the joking type, but... the only "incarnates" June knows about are the ones from those old stories, like the ones in the library. Even if they were real, there's no way they'd still be alive today.
June pulls the purple 'weed killer' out of their pocket, swirling in the glass in their hand. Yet another of Lotus's lines creeps up in their mind: Vines and twigs to choke and scratch you. June shudders, and for once, it's not from pain.