"You threw a fruit at me! Who does that?" What an absolute dumbass. "I didn't have time to move and you knew it! You wanted to hit me!"

There's a lot of shoving and slapping and frustration. It only stops because he won't stop insisting on looking at his handiwork. She crosses her arms sullenly then, glaring as he inspects her forehead.

"Ugh-- don't use your magic on me. Disgusting--" Too late now, of course, and at least the throbbing has stopped... But he's still getting swatted away.

"Now I need a shower." Or to push John in the pool... which is also tempting at the moment.