"Libby!" Ivan yelled.
Libby looked up at Ivan, curious about his tone of voice.
"What?" she asked.
"Your pet," Ivan spat, "pooed on my minatures."
He held out the box of victimised figures. Libby waved her hand on front of her face.
"They smell."
"That's because your stupid bird pooed on them."
"Mr Snuggles is not a bird. He just pretends to be," Libby replied. "And he's not stupid either. And he didn't poo on your stupid statues."
"They aren't stupid."
"Yes they are. You play with them like the little dolls they are. What are you? A girl?"
"Excuse me? They're used in a game of strategy and -"
"Girl!"
"You're the girl, Libby."
"Takes one to know one. Girl."
"Libby, knock it off. Your pet still pooed on them, whether you choose to admit it or not. How would you like it if I pooed on something of yours?"
Libby put her hand over the minatures then used her atom manipulation to change the poo into dust.
"Go wash them, you big baby. I'm sure they'll be good as new and you can start playing with them again."
"Uh huh. You had better hope none of the paint is ruined after this. If I have to paint them again -"
"Baby! Ivan is a baby girl!"
Ivan's eyes narrowed.
"And Libby is butch!"
"Hey! I am not!" Libby objected as Ivan left the room.