"Hey, he's an adult, he oughtta know not to throw things! I learned not to do that as a toddler!" Isabel laughed at that, though. Though it was smart to shield his eyes--as it was, Isabel was having problems with her own hair deciding to wrap itself around her face--at which she clawed it out of her eyes.

"I suppose we could grab anything sharp too, though. I'm sure it wouldn't be good if a weapon hit the ground--that might hurt somebody."