Later on Flashpoint will probably lay around staring at the ceiling wondering why the frag she even did it. She's just begging for rejection here; turned away, kicked to the curb, told to go home. She's always been a little impulsive, particularly in her younger years, and what the hell it is about him that makes her feel young again she has no fragging clue. It's almost maddening...except when she stops trying to figure it out and just goes with the flow.

'Course then that means she does crazy things like this.

"What?" Flashpoint says, all innocent like it's no big deal because bluster is still her biggest defense, "You said no hugging! ... So I improvised." Never mind the reasons why, she's not entirely sure herself. Flashpoint redistributes Crabby around her helm crest so she can see better, and starts picking up all the fallen plush. If he's going to yell at her, at least she'll have a reason to already be looking at the ground. Tactics!