[ oh no, if you're trying to get her to take you seriously you're going to have a hard time of it, doggo. as soon as she starts waving the glass around alisaie's bubbling giggle instead becomes a peal of laughter - and then, unfortunately, a fit of racking coughs interspersed with laughs. ]

A-all right, all right -

[ another cough, and she's clearing her throat and patting at her chest, still smiling though she's flushed with effort. ]

Much as I'd like to see you attempt to manage it yourself, I don't want to have to clean up the inevitable mess.

[ because look at the way you're holding that glass ammy how will you get it back to her with water still in it?? so alisaie gathers up her books and tightens her blanket around her shoulders before rising to her feet and gesturing inside, and toward the kitchen. ]