[Over here there's a woman, almost completely clad in black, and scandalously tight leather pants. Her jar lies neglected on the ground beside her, and she's trying very hard and very violently to catch one of those ridiculous flying bunnies, as if she had a personal grudge with them. That she might.]
Why don't you come over here and let me see what are you stuffed with, huh?!
[Later in the day you might find her near the lake, desperately wishing for a drink and looking at everyone that passes near as if she were trying to decide who should she be breaking their legs off for bringing her here. That, actually, she is.]