"Yaaaaaaaay!" Gracie threw her hands in the air and, were it not for Steve's newly quick reflexes, he likely would have taken a hit to the nose. Whoops.
She tsked. "I can imagine. Well it's a good thing that you're cute, so you don't need your brain so much. You probably killed all the brain cells in there knocking your noggin off of things. Silly Stevie." She shook her head. "I'm not going to give you anything delicate though, just in case. I'll tell the elves to give you a sippy cup, just in case."