Talent smalent. You can claim it all you like, but we both know you get through half your scrapes by dumb luck. Always doing and then thinking after. Trouble doesn't find you, you go out there and hunt it down and ask it to tea.

[She finally shifts the kneazel to a shoulder, where he promptly starts kneading through her hair and somewhat gloating his superior position to the rest of the cats] Alive as in moving or speaking. [She grabs both his suspenders in her hands and shifts to her tiptoes so she can look him eye to eye] I'd rather not come back home to your room spilling out into the hallway again or a herd of puffskeins eating through our kitchen.