"Are you laughing at me?" she asked suddenly, stopping once she was sure that the bee had flown away. One hand went to her hip, the other clenched into a fist. Had she been any closer, she may well have reached out and smacked her one.

The out-and-out annoyance in her tone and posture caused a cocky smirk to flash over Misty's face. "Yup," she confirmed.