It was Billie's turn to look offended, and she narrowed her eyes into a rather fierce glare. "Don't you dare even try, or I'll toss ya hat into the lake so the squid eats it," she spat out, but then paused. "Except I won't only 'cause the squid would probably die from how foul you make it." Leave it to Billie to care about a terrifying creature's welfare, even in a hypothetical scenario.

She watched him slide down the branches and stuck her tongue out. "I don't have to practice for races 'cause I already know I'll win." She sat up straighter, looking incredibly confident that he wouldn't be able to beat her in a foot race. Maybe, if he wasn't miserable on a broom, they could even have a broom race. That would be even more fun! "And I won't stop readin' 'cause I need to make sure I know how to hex you twenty different ways." And overall be better at spellwork than him. Though, her true reason for reading was more pathetic than that.

"Smell ya later, Fletcher."