[But it's short-lived. The lingering echo of laughter is broken by the soft crackling of the stylus in her grip. Sometimes, one just had to put their foot down.

...not literally, of course. The ground was still covered with a plethora of rude-but-otherwise-innocent spiders. The ringleader wanted ego brought into this? Very well.]

My mistake. I had assumed there was some act of incredible aptitude taking place here; something that others would no doubt find impressive, perhaps even captivating.

[A sharp, swiping stroke of the stylus across the tablet screen.]

But I suppose we can't have that, can't we.