[SE] If I hit the bottom will I break?

melita

and she recklessly plays with matches

Melita found she was rather fond of Goose’s complete acts of bedlam, and grinned, if not laughed, during the entire ridiculous exchange. Protecting the dog from any impending onslaught, she maneuvered her legs underneath the table, eventually forming some sort of blockade. “Aww poor Goose. You were just so hungry and starved,” she cooed, intending to make things worse by giving him a bite, but scattering it nearby, so the canine would have to give chase rather than beg and plead on her end. Fangorn and Sila, still being polite companions, got more tossed their way.

The further inquiries made her brow arch again, pondering just what on earth Iskra was getting at. “Umm..I can’t think of anything. It asked me to draw on Remi’s face and scare some guy named Thorn, steal Koa’s shoes…but I never had to spend time with anyone. And all of that shit was funny.” Not like sitting down and talking or shooting the shit – more general acts of mayhem and amusement than some particulars. Munching again on her food, her head tilted, gilded eyes narrowing him in study, as if something would merely appear on his face. “Why?”