[—Just wait a second! An impromptu cart race wouldn’t be an escalation!]

Hey, hey, you’re not sorry at all! [But Aubrey’s laughing as she ducks and covers—then thinks better of it.]

[Tossing the notebook, she instead wills the cloud to split in three, and does a “watching you”-esque two-finger point towards the boys instead. Get rained on, punks >:P]