Yes/Chad/Test your powers on Emily at dinner
The dog can wait. You need to figure out what the powers of yours are, and how to use them. You are closest to Emily of all of your family members. It's probably safest to test your powers on her first. You have to be careful though. You don't want to mess up your little sister.
"Bree," you yell up the stairs, "shut Frosty in the bathroom. I'll get to him after dinner."
"Kay," you hear her yell in reply.
A few moments later you see Emily coming down the stairs. She's wearing one of her extra long t-shirts and some spandex boy-shorts. When she sees you looking at her, she blushes a little and rushes to the table and grabs her sandwich. You smile pleasantly, take your sandwich and sit across from her. Now to the testing. You think on it for a bit, which creates a bit of awkward silence, but it can't be helped. You need to make sure she comes through this test unscathed.
"So how is everything going on the cheer team?" you ask. You wonder idly if the question will trigger the power, but you doubt it since you didn't offer an opinion. There's nothing for her to agree with you about.
"Pretty good," she says showing no sign of influence, "we're getting the routines down pretty well. I'll bet when I get into high school I'm good enough to be team captain . . . well, eventually. I'm sure they don't make freshmen team captains."
"You never know," you say, "stranger things have happened." You're having trouble thinking up questions to test your theory. Maybe Emily was a poor choice. You're too concerned with hurting her to do a real test.
"Are you going out this weekend?" asks Emily, then grimaces as she remembers that you just broke up with your girlfriend. It gives you an idea for a test though.
"I hadn't planned on it," you say casually to ease her concern over her faux pas. "Would you like to go to the movies with me?"
You notice the same look cross her face as she answers, "Yeah, that sounds fun." Not a real test, that would likely have been her answer anyway. Now the test. "We could make it like a date." You can always play it off as a friendly date if things go sideways. You see her look at you like you just said the Earth was flat mixed with a bit of a creeped-out vibe. "Would you like that?"
Her expression changes instantly, and you barely notice the familiar flicker of change brought on by your strange new power. A blush spreads across her face as she looks at you in a way that you've never seen before. "Yeah," she says nervously, "that would be . . . umm . . . awesome. Mom isn't cool with me dating yet though."
"Maybe," you say, "but she's totally fine with me taking you to the movies. We don't have to tell her it's a date." There's really no harm in this. Brothers and fathers take their sisters and daughters on dates all the time . . . just usually not when they're in middle school. It starts getting weird then, which is what makes this a perfect test. You can always play it off as an innocent brother thing.
"Okay," she says, "that's a good plan." She keeps looking at you like the other girls at school (and even some of her friends) do. Your question definitely affected her. Maybe you went too far? Maybe you should try to fix it?
Do you try to fix it?
Or do you press even further?
Or would you rather . . .