"You couldn't just let me have my fun, could you?" Poppy sighed dramatically, relinquishing the white sheet and letting it tumble to the grass in an enormous heap. All her efforts...wasted. And it had seemed like such a lovely idea at the time as well. "One of these days I'm gonna scare the pants off of you," She smirked devilishly, as if already devising her next plan of attack and envisioning the outcome in that over-imaginative head of hers.
Poppy glanced down at her palm and flexed her fingers. They were still in working order, a band aid would fix the mess right up. "Sheesh, I'm hunky dory," She said, waggling her palm in front of her sister's face, gauging for a reaction. "What's eatin' you all of a sudden, princess? Tis only a flesh wound!"