"I smell a reboot..." she lilted from the dessert table as she swiped a bit of chocolate frosting from the cake. "This would be a good time to do it." Matching Misty's smile, Colleen disappeared into the kitchen, and within seconds, a hiss, a yell, and the sound of glass shattering could be heard. "Damn it, Ozzy!" The cat scurried off into the hallway as Colleen stepped out with a displeased glare on her face and her arm held up to reveal the thick, reddening scratches that stretched across her forearm. Clearly, not the markings of a normally tempered cat. Clearly. Unbelievable! "Why?" she pouted, voice small, before sulking back into the kitchen.