Carol knew he would counter because they both felt the same way about their little place. Still, it was fun poking the bear a little, especially with poor Peter. Though when he stopped, she was surprised at first. She had a sixth sense when it came to danger, but didn't feel anything off about their surroundings as he insisted.
Then she heard it, too. A rustling just a few feet away. She tensed some, glancing at Peter, then at the grass expecting another mouse. Then a little yellow body emerged, charged with energy. "Pika." And Carol grinned. Ha! It had worked. Sort of.
Until she realized she had no idea what to do after this and quietly looked at Peter. "Okay....um...now what?" Her voice was quiet, afraid she might scare the thing off.