[She purses her lips sadly, all the buildup and lack of pay-off disappointing her. She shrugs, blowing out her breath.]

Wah wah whaaaa. I kinda wish we had another soda 'round to do it again... Oh well. [She whistles one shrill, high pitched note and holds her hand out to the side. A giant hawk flies through the open window and lands on her arm with a few flaps of it's wings and she turns, closes the window with a click, then turns back to him, grinning in mischief.]

We should probably get outta here so no one else walks in for a late snack and gets mad.