#tiwily

Summer, the seven year old prankster: I don't know what you're talking about mother.

Cinder: Summer, don't be coy with me.

Summer: I'm sorry mother I- wait, whats that? *Points at the windowsill behind Cinder and Ruby*

C+R: *Turn around to see a small wooden duck resting on the windowsill, no bigger than a bullet*

Cinder: What? Summer when did you- *turns around to see that Summer is no longer in the chair, instead a small wooden duck has taken her place*

Cinder: What?!

Ruby: Pffft, hahaha!

Cinder: And what, pray tell, are you laughing at?

Ruby, between laughs: oh c'mon, i mean, that was funny. She got you.

Cinder, seething: Do not encourage this behaviour, Ruby! *Turns around and walks off* Summer! You get back here this instant!.