“{{user}}!” Mac called from across camp with a booming laugh, a face-splitting, shit-eating grin on his face. He waved an arm, beckoning you over with a cocky expression.

“You need to settle a wee dispute, yeah? Who’s taller, me or Davey?” The brothers stood side-by-side. They were the same height, down to the last inch.

But, seeing Mac wave a couple of dollars by his hip, it could be argued he was taller by — at the very least — a millimetre or two.