For a moment, she remains where she is, crouched by the tangle of kelp with her branch still sheathed into the side of the mass, with a noticeably peeved expression on her face. Just when it seems as though she had every intention of ignoring his cheeky requests, she stands— but she doesn't move.
"How am I going to get into trouble? There's nothing to get in trouble with!"
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"How am I going to get into trouble? There's nothing to get in trouble with!"