The look she turned upon him was the baleful, sulking glare of a cat that has realized the mistake in allowing liberties.

"I am going to push you out of the dome and let you get carried off the by the tornado," she decided. "No, worse. I'm going to sneak into your house and feed your daughter candy before bedtime."

A pause.

""Wait, what am I talking about? I can do both."

And yet, inexplicably, neither her glare nor her sulk were quite as ferocious as usual. Probably because he skipped the singsong.