That's not what I meant by that and you know it– (but her reprimands have to be cut off so she can duck Lup's next fling of batter. This almost works. It misses her chest, but spatters hard across her glasses and forehead instead.)

Ugh, Lup– time, time. Hold fire. (She'd been midway through gathering another half handful of icing sugar in retaliation, but now she has to abandon that in favour of easing her glasses off with her free hand, squinting to stop the batter from dripping into her eyes.)

Yeah, well, the war's momentarily on hold on account of– oh goddamn it. (She forgot about the icing sugar coating her other hand, and tried to wipe her forehead off and now it's... everywhere. She shoots Lup a look (who looks just as coated in powdered sugar as she must be right now), and starts to laugh.)