I'm not owned.
I'M NOT OWNED!
Phaedra tugs her bed blanket over top of the smiling plushies, squishing them aggressively.
Phaedra: If you brought him here to try and PACIFY me...
She goes to pick up the remaining pile of scones.
Phaedra: ...think again!
She strolls away, fist clenched, holding the scones and speaking angrily to the ceiling. She is now in her original dress.
Phaedra: I am far more difficult to break than you think. Whatever you have planned, I will not let it happen so easily!
She plops down into her desk chair. She settles in, and grabs a scone - closing her eyes angrily and waving it upward with a flourish.
Phaedra: So? What do you want to talk about? If you came here to HARASS me, then get it over with.