Macska: Heheh… funny story… "Yeah, funny story my a"- Another glass breaks, and I shoot a look at Macska. Macska: *poking around in the china cabinet*
"You know what? You clean it up, love." I grin at Macska, giving him the broom. Macska: *whines* But whyyyy- I glare at him. Macska: *cleans up quickly, scared* I giggle, turning away.