Bee: * In a tumbled heap at the bottom of the abandoned parking garage ramp and laughing uproariously.* Jazz! You're freaking nuts!
Bee: *more laughter, and then she untangles herself, transforms, and heads determinedly back up the ramp* And don't poke me this time!
Jazz: But it's fuuun! *chases after her*
Bee: I mean it! I lost paint that time *still laughing*