Desiree: *chuckles and rolls her eyes* Yea, yea, yea, I suppose that’s ok. *she raises up the bottle once more. She then squeezes out some ketchup onto each of the twins’ plates. As soon as they have their fill of ketchup, she floats it back over to herself before grasping it out of the air*
Jenna: *hisses as she stumbles in her footing again. In order to prevent herself from crashing down the stairs, she grips tight onto the wall. Then, she moves to sit down on the step* This is pathetic…