Well this was going from bad to worst... Neither of them were very happy and it rather showed. Part of her wanted to go back to the rock to smack the King right in the head, though she knew it wouldn't do much. After all, these were fake animals... at least from what she understood. Then again, fake means no regrets. She'd teach him a thing or two about pulling crap like to little kids.

She just followed him, trapped in her own little world, still pissed off.