[She giggles as Mista flops over, peering down at him with fondness. She's got her journal out at the moment and has apparently managed to write something in it, but there is a smear of chocolate on her cheek and crumbs in her lap that indicate some s'mores have already met their melty demise at her hands.] You don't have any extra holes in you, right?
[Referring to his ill-advised knife fight shenanigans, of course.] 'Cause if you do I'll have to put someone in time-out.
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[Referring to his ill-advised knife fight shenanigans, of course.] 'Cause if you do I'll have to put someone in time-out.