Matilda crinkles her nose at his comment, her hand flying to perch ever so sassily on her hip. “What?! Of course I know how to relax! I am the very portrait of ease! I’m unequivocally chill!” Her voices noise level says otherwise, but she’s in a good mood no matter how tired she might be. She’s quick to giggle, and move her sassy hip holding hand to flip her hair.

“Did you get to the monster in time to see us? Zafika and I? It was so amazing!”