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.