If she does, you should pick one up and slap her with it. Give her a taste of her own medicine.

[he grumbles and tries to scootch back against the front of the food stand, stretching both legs out with a hiss. the way he sees it, he's in good hands, Clover had it a bazillion times worse than he did and look at her now; if she has enough energy to complain, she'll pull through. it's the same with him.

his eyes meet Lucas' in an instant, and although the fear is still very much there, his words are tinged with shaky resolve.]

Just get it over with.