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KHR! ➠ Growing With Time

Sun, 11 May 2008 05:55:40 GMT

Fandom: Katekyo Hitman REBORN!
Pairing: YamaGoku [8059]
Word count: 2065
Rating: pg-13 for now
Notes: okay, well, I got this idea from a harry potter fanfic that I read a long time ago. sadly, after some point, the person started up dating it, but kdshfkjad that’s besides the point. >_____< you can read it here if you want. a-also, this will be more 8059-ish in later parts i-if i can continue this orz.

It was an average day at the Tsuna family household. I-pin and Lambo were running around, knocking random objects off of shelves and counters; Reborn was drinking tea at the table, threatening the flailing Tsuna that he’d kill him if he couldn’t get the next math problem right, and Gokudera was a short distance away, looking over his dynamite sticks as Yamamoto tried bugging him into going to Takesushi. Of course, the gray haired teen declined over and over again, saying that he’d blow the annoying boy up if he kept on asking.

“Aww, c’mon,” Yamamoto whined, trying to persuade his uptight friend. “You liked it the last time we went!”

Gokudera threw one of his pieces of dynamite at the standing boy’s face, scowling when it was dodged. “I hated it, you stupid baseball freak!” he yelled over the noise of I-pin’s gibberish and Lambo’s taunting. “I complained then, and I’ll complain now! It’s gross, I don’t like sushi, I’m not going, go AWAY!” Of course, his words were ignored, and Yamamoto continued his begging. It was unclear as to if he really wanted Gokudera to go eat sushi with him, or if he just found it amusing when the other boy became annoyed.

“A-ah, I can’t do this!” Tsuna said a little ways away, throwing his arms up in the air in defeat. “I’m just gonna guess, then… Um… is the answer… three?” He closed his eyes, waiting for the gunshot to sound, telling him that once again, he had been wrong. However, it didn’t happen, and he opened one of his eyes to look at the smiling baby.

“That’s correct,” Reborn said in his usual voice, not praising Tsuna, nor putting him down. Gokudera heard Tsuna’s success, and instantly turned his attention away from Yamamoto and his dynamite to the brown haired boy sitting at the table.

“Good job, Tenth!” he said excitedly. “I knew you could do it!”

“Yeah, way to go, Tsuna!” Yamamoto added in.

“YOU WEREN’T EVEN WATCHING ME!” Tsuna yelled out, embarrassed by the praise, though he couldn’t help but smile a bit. After all, he was being complimented for just guessing! His happiness was short lived, though, for a few seconds later, Reborn had told him to solve another problem, and Tsuna went back to becoming completely helpless.

Once the Tenth had gone back to his work, Gokudera looked over at the grinning baseball player, shooting him an angry look, which earned him some confused blinking. “Don’t copy me!” he snapped. “If I hadn’t said anything to the boss, you wouldn’t have either, which means you copied me!”

Yamamoto rubbed at the back of his head. “I just wanted to congratulate Tsuna too,” he said, laughing slightly.

“You weren’t even watching him!”

“Neither were you.”

The hotheaded teen stood up and grabbed a bunch of his explosives. “That’s it!” he growled, “I’m gonna end you!” And right on cue, a large explosion sounded, and the whole room with blanketed in dust and debris. Yamamoto and Gokudera, whom were closest to the wall that had been blasted apart, were thrown back into Tsuna, whom went face first into the table with a scream.

A gigantic shadow of a floating blob came into the room, sounding mechanical. “Good day, Tenth,” came a voice from inside the blob, which, after the dust settled, turned out to be a spaceship type machine with a large-faced person sitting inside of it.

Gokudera coughed and rubbed at his eyes, blinking them a bit before they narrowed and he pointed angrily at the large contraption. “YOU!” he screamed at the same time Tsuna yelled, “GI-GIANNINI?!” which was also said at the same time as Reborn’s “Welcome back.”

The machine bowed. “I’m sorry for not visiting sooner, but I didn’t want to return until my weapon-modifying skills had gotten better. I’d like to repay you all for the trouble I caused during my last visit,” Giannini said cheerfully. “I assure you, I’m one hundred times better than before.”

“W-we don’t want any modifications, thanks!” Tsuna yelled out as he rubbed at his aching nose—it had been the thing to hit the table first before the rest of his face. However, despite his words, it seemed as if Reborn had other plans, because he piped in with “Let’s see if that’s true.”

“WHAT?!” This came from Gokudera.

“Oh, thank you very much! I can demonstrate for you my enhanced skills right here if you have something with you now,” the modifier said.

From beneath the rubble of the destroyed wall, a little kid with a large afro popped up, a bazooka clutched in his hands. He was slightly battered up from the wall collapsing on him, and there were welled up tears in his eyes, but despite all of that, he was grinning toothily. “Lambo has something! Lambo has something!” he yelled out, waving the weapon around. “Lambo wants his bazooka modified!”

The second large, robotic arms came out and took the bazooka from Lambo, Gokudera rushed over to the other side of the room, for he clearly remembered what had happened the last time that weapon had been tweaked with. There was no way in hell he was getting turned into a baby again.

“Now, let’s see,” said Giannini as the bazooka was brought inside to where he was. He then quickly turned around and set to work. Though nothing could be seen, everyone knew that something was being done, for the spaceship jerked about in a productive way. The occupants of the room, as if mesmerized by the swaying of the machine, watched anxiously, though Gokudera and Tsuna were the only ones who seemed uncomfortable about the whole thing.

“I don’t think this is a good idea…” the brunette mumbled quietly, knowing that something bad was going to happen… he could just feel it!

Nobody, excepted for the gray haired boy in the corner of the room, agreed with Tsuna—they were interested in Giannini’s newfound skills and wanted to see what modifying the Ten Year bazooka would do. Even I-pin, whom had also been underneath the bits of crumbled wall, had stopped pulling herself out of the debris pile, just so she could watch what was going on.

“Almost done… and… aha!” Giannini turned around, and with the robotic arms, handed the weapon back to the small child, whom grabbed it greedily and looked into its barrel. “It should allow you to stay in your older form for a longer period of time. Go on, try it out!”

Lambo nodded his head giddily and reached out for the string, giggling as he pulled on it.

Nothing happened.

Instantly, Gokudera and Tsuna relaxed, and after a few more tugs on the string, and still no results, the explosive teen moved slowly over to where the rest of the people were sitting, by the slightly damaged table.

“HEY, IT WON’T WORK!” Lambo cried out angrily, shaking the bazooka as hard as he could. “YOU BROKE IT, YOU BOOGER HEAD! Y-YOU BROKE IT!”

Giannini backed up in his machine, blinking confusedly and looking extremely uncomfortable. “Oops, I’m sorry,” was all he said.

Sniffling childishly, big tears began to spill from the small cow’s eyes, and the occupants of the room glanced around at each other, wondering what they should do.

“U-uh, Lambo…” Tsuna said softly, scratching at his head a bit. “Don’t cry—! Um…”

“W-WHY WON’T IT WORK?!” Lambo yelled out, now banging the weapon on the side of the table. “WORK, WORK, WO—”

The last strike on the table dislodged a spare piece of metal from deep inside of the bazooka, clearing up the barrel, while also automatically firing one of the bullets freely into the room.

Tsuna yelped and ducked as the missile went straight for him. Thankfully, it missed him by an inch, and continued onward.

Right into Gokudera’s surprised face.

The whole room was filled with a thick, white smoke. Tsuna and Yamamoto backed away from where they had last seen their friend, for that was were the biggest concentration of the smoke was coming from.

“G-GOKUDERA!” Tsuna yelled out, squinting and trying to see the other boy, but of course, it was to no use. “Oh no… GOKUDERA!!”

“Ow… my head… ow ow ow!”

Both Yamamoto and the Tenth blinked confusedly at the sound of the strange, foreign voice. Did it belong to Gokudera? It sounded too young to be him… but he couldn’t have turned into a baby again… could he? Tsuna shook his head and started to wave at the air in front of him, trying to disperse the smoke so that he could see what had happened. That wasn’t possible… if Giannini was telling the truth, and his skills had gotten better, wouldn’t the Ten Year bazooka hitting Gokudera make something different happen from last time? He hoped so.

“Ha ha, oh wow!” The sound of Yamamoto’s voice made his stomach drop, and the young Vongola boss knew that his worst fears had been confirmed. However, that didn’t prepare him for the actual sight of his friend.

The small Gokudera was visibly younger than the one whom he spent most of his life with; however, he was not as small, or as bigheaded), as the other Gokudera had been when he had first been shot with the Ten Year bazooka. His body was fully proportional, albeit small, and looked extremely weird with the oversized clothes of his older self adorning his young body.

Overall, the boy looked… well… like a miniature Gokudera. The scowl on the boy’s face just added to it.

“Stop poking me, you weirdo!” the small Gokudera growled in Yamamoto’s direction, for the teen had been reaching over and prodding curiously at the little kid who now had taken the place of his friend. “Get away!”

“Wow, Tsuna, look at Gokudera! He’s all small and cute looking!” the baseball player said, laughing as he reached down and ruffled the small boy’s hair. This earned him a punch to the shin, which did nothing but make Yamamoto laugh even more. Apparently, in his youth, Gokudera wasn’t as strong as his present-day self.

Tsuna looked helplessly over at Reborn, who still sat at the table, drinking his tea. “R-Reborn-san,” he stuttered out, “what do we… uh… G-Gokudera is—!”

“One of you has to take care of him until this can be fixed,” the baby said simply, not even looking over at the brunette. “If what Giannini said was true, and the effects of the Ten Year bazooka last longer than they did before, then someone will need to watch over him until he reverts back to normal.”

“Wha-what?! Someone has to—” Tsuna swallowed nervously and thought about all of the possible candidates. Well, Lambo and I-pin were completely out of the picture; Haru didn’t like Gokudera; Kyoko would wonder why her classmate looked so small; Bianchi… well… that was self-explanatory… so that just left him and Yamamoto. Oh great… he couldn’t take care of a little kid, even if the kid was his friend!

“Um… Go… Gokudera?” he said nervously, trying to get the boy’s attention, though he jumped when that glare was turned on him. “Who would you rather stay with? Uh… me? Or Yamamoto?”

The little Hayato crossed his arms over his chest and stuck his nose up into the air. “I don’t even know who you two losers are, so I say neither!”

“WHAT?!”

Reborn put down his cup and looked over at the humorous scene, now intrigued with its happenings. “Hmm… it seems that Gokudera has also lost the memories that he had when he was fifteen.”

Tsuna put his hands on top of his head and just gaped at his small friend. This… was just unbelievable! Crazy shit like this only happened in movies! “Th-this… this isn’t happening! Waah, this isn’t happening! How could he lose his memories?!” the Vongola boss looked over at Giannini. “What the heck did you do to that bazooka?!”

“Just tweaked it a bit, I assure you!” the modifier said in his defense. “Nothing more! Surely, I didn’t try to do this on purpose!”

“Hey, where the hell am I?”

“Look, Tsuna, his clothes are too big for him, ha ha!”

“LAMBO’S BAZOOKA IS FIXED, YAY!”

The overloaded teen fell backwards onto his backside, hiding his face behind his hands.

This… was just too much.

KHR! ➠ Common Knowledge Tells Us This.

Sat, 10 May 2008 05:04:05 GMT

Fandom: Katekyo Hitman REBORN!
Pairing: YamaGoku [8059]
Word count: 499
Rating: g
Notes: lol idk it was supposed to seem one way in the beginning, and then turn into something different in the end, but i think i kinda failed with that, haha.

He coughed harshly and tried to roll over onto his side, but his body had already started to go numb, and every bit of him felt like it was filled with a ton of pure lead. Besides the immobility, his body seemed to think that the room was below freezing, even though he was sure that it was probably seventy-six degrees when he had first entered the area. He sweated profusely, as though he was subconsciously trying to make up for being so cold—as if sweating would make him think about being hot, since that’s when perspiration usually occurred. It only succeeded in making the situation even more unbearable.

“You knew this would happen,” a male voice said, though he could barely make it out. His hearing seemed to be going downhill, for what he had heard sounded like someone was speaking from behind a pillow that was shoved in his face. “You knew this would happen, so don’t act so surprised.”

A groan came from the almost lifeless body that had draped itself over a perfectly made bed. It was a sound of pain and desperation, because he just wanted it all to stop. He really couldn’t take it anymore—the cold—the aching—the sharp pain in his stomach. But of course, like the other person in the room had said, yes, he indeed had known that this would happen. He wasn’t stupid—he knew the signs when he saw them—but he disregarded them because, hell, he just could.

That was Gokudera’s fatal mistake, and he had realized that right after the point of no return.

Yamamoto reached out and pulled the thermometer from his friend’s mouth, smiling in a sad way at the reading on the small screen. “A hundred and two degrees,” he said with a sigh. “I told you that we shouldn’t have done anything last week… I was sick and you being close to me was already pretty risky!” He scratched the side of his face. “You never come to visit me at home though… maybe I should get sick more often, ha ha!” Another groan came from the gray haired teen, who turned his head as much as he could so that he could glare at the idiot at his side.

“Sh… Shut up… and get me some water. Cold water. Ugh. Just go away,” he mumbled as demandingly as he could, but seeing as he really had no strength to back up what he was saying, Gokudera just had to rely on Yamamoto’s good-naturedness to do as he was asked. Thankfully, the other boy did get up, and went about to fulfill the task that he was given without any objections. It seemed as if he really didn’t need any strength when it came to getting help from the baseball freak.

However, Gokudera had learned a very important lesson—kissing someone who had the stomach flu was not the smartest thing in the world. What he didn’t realize at the moment was that that was common knowledge to most people.

Fri, 09 May 2008 02:51:16 GMT

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KHR! ➠ Just a Random Thing. Seriously.

Fri, 09 May 2008 02:43:17 GMT

Fandom: Katekyo Hitman REBORN!
Pairing: YamaGoku [8059]
Word count: 2,284
Rating: pg-13
Notes: written for 8059challenge

Days like these were meant to be spent at home. Tsuna was out with Kyoko, Haru, Reborn, and Lambo, getting groceries for Tsuna’s mother. Gokudera had gladly offered to go with them, but his smaller friend insisted enthusiastically that he just stay put at his house, mainly because he didn’t want him “beating up on” Lambo. He remembered shooting the cow a dangerous look (who promptly stuck his tongue out at him) before he had walked back inside Tsuna’s house. He’d get that little midget! Making him miss spending time with the Tenth… It wasn’t fair to him at all! He hadn’t gotten to spend ANY time with Tsuna the previous week, and now it seemed like this week would turn out exactly the same.

He’d say that things couldn’t get any worse, but after the unexpected arrival of the baseball freak, Yamamoto, Gokudera was afraid that he’d get struck by lightning if he so even uttered those words. Really, he couldn’t imagine anything worse than having to spend a whole day stuck in a house with the taller teen. It was like the gods were punishing him for all of his past bad deeds! “I’d repent, if I could,” he mumbled after Yamamoto had walked into the house, giving the other boy a look of intense dislike when Yamamoto asked him why he was talking to himself. Talking to himself… jeez, the guy was such an idiot.

All of that had been earlier in the day. Now it was approaching one-thirty, and just a few minutes ago, Tsuna’s mother had brought up a couple of sandwiches to the two boys, whom had situated themselves in Tsuna’s bedroom. Gokudera was finishing up his second serving when Yamamoto dared to speak to him.

“Hey, Gokudera?” He decided that he wasn’t going to respond—chewing the last bit of food in his mouth was definitely more important.

A few seconds of silence passed before “I’ve been wanting to ask you this all day, but—haha—where’re Tsuna and the others? They’re not here with us, so…” There was more silence as Gokudera swallowed and then just stared at Yamamoto with extremely uninterested eyes. Was the boy really this stupid, or had he not heard Tsuna’s mom talking to him about the phone call she got from Tsuna an hour ago, saying that he and the others would be back at around four? Wait, no, if he remembered correctly, Yamamoto had been reading some magazine that he had found on the ground and hadn’t paid any attention to the conversation at all.

It didn’t surprise him—the baseball geek was the biggest airhead in the world.

“Yo, Gokudera, did you he—”

“Grocery store,” he answered simply, hoping that it would shut Yamamoto up. He just wanted to spend the next 2 and a half hours in peace and quiet. Yamamoto-free would also be a good thing, but he knew that there was a bigger chance of him turning into a god right then and there than the other teen actually leaving him alone.

“… ‘grocery store’?”

“Yes, they went to a grocery store! Are you deaf?”

“Ha, jeez, calm down, I heard you,” the dark-haired boy laughed as he scratched at the back of his head, using his other hand to close the magazine in his lap. He uncrossed his long legs and laid them straight across the ground (for that was where he was sitting), and Gokudera quickly pretended that he hadn’t watched this happen with slight interest from where he was sitting on the bed, by reaching out to the plate next to him, and grabbing another miscellaneous sandwich.

“If you heard me,” he answered huffily before biting into the food in his hand, “’ou shouldn’t ’ve repeated what I said!”

Yamamoto just shrugged and grinned goofily at him… god, did he hate that grin. “Just wanted some clarification; that’s all.” Clarification his ass… the guy was deaf and stupid! Anyone with eyes and ears could tell that.

Swallowing, he grunted out,“Sure. Whatever. Shut up.” and it stayed quiet for a while after that. He was only bugged once, and that was when he was asked to hand Yamamoto the sandwich plate. Maybe he can actually be tolerable, Gokudera thought, pulling a bit at his shirt as he glanced down at the boy on the floor. It was starting to get hot, which was severely confusing to him, because the temperature had been nice and cool just a moment ago. Tsuna’s mother probably had just put on the heat or something, even though there really wasn’t a reason to do so… normal people didn’t have their heaters on in June.

“Hey, Retard,” he called out to Yamamoto, whom he just noticed had begun to fan himself with the earlier-discarded magazine, “you getting hot too?” He was relieved to see the other teen nod and wipe the back of his hand over his forehead. Naturally, Gokudera paid no attention to the moving of muscles underneath his comrade’s clothing, thus, he couldn’t mentally beat himself up for doing so. He’d never paid attention to anything like that before now, so… why now!? He should have stayed home… he really should have.

“It’s like a heat wave in here!” Yamamoto exclaimed in a happy tone, his face full of curiosity and amusement. It caused Gokudera to scowl and roll his eyes. He felt like he was in a fucking sauna, and that guy was actually enjoying what was going on? There had to be something wrong with him!

Sliding off of the bed, and stepping on a (thankfully) empty plate, the gray-haired boy shook his head. “Idiot,” he snapped, “there can’t be a heat wave indoors; you’re just being stupid… I thought I told you to shut up, anyways!” Muttering incoherent phrases about ‘baseball freaks’ and ‘stupid people’, Gokudera started to head towards the door leading out of the room they were in. He wanted to ask Tsuna’s mom what was going on with the heat… or at least go outside. He bet that it was cooler out there than it was inside at the moment.

He was just about past Tsuna’s dresser (let’s say he has one, if he doesn’t) when, of course, Yamamoto spoke up.

“Where’re you going?” he asked in an almost airy way. He, like Gokudera, was panting a bit, and his face was flustered, just as he was sure his own face was. “If it’s to get a drink, bring me back something, yeah?”

“No!” he said in a frustrated tone. It seemed like the heat was just making his temper rise faster than it usually did. “I’m not going to get a drink, so I’m not going to bring you back one! Even if I was going to do that… you’re not crippled, you can get the fucking drink yourself, and—” he was about to ramble on a bit more when he felt Yamamoto’s foot poking at his leg. So, stopping his talking, Gokudera looked down at the offending limb with an obvious look of disgust on his face. It took all of his self-control and will power to keep himself from blowing the bastard up right then and there! Instead, he just kicked the other boy’s foot away, which immediately came back to poke at him.

“Hey… you’re just uptight ‘cause it’s hot… relax! I mean, it’s not that bad,” the death wish-maker panted out, continuing his poking attack at his friend’s leg before the fear of getting it ripped off got to the maximum and he pulled it away. The lanky fifteen-year-old then clumsily got up onto his feet, and pulled his shirt off over his head. It was tossed somewhere off to the side; Gokudera didn’t know where. He was too busy just staring aghast at the other occupant of the room. Had he no decency at all? You couldn’t just strip down wherever you wanted to, especially not in the Tenth’s room!

“What the fuck are you doing?” he asked angrily, taking a step away from the stripping teen who seemed to actually be getting closer to him. “You can’t just—stop it—you can’t just take your clothes off, no matter how hot it gets!” His words apparently didn’t get through to Yamamoto, for he just continued to take off his clothing, not stopping until he was down to his boxers and socks. “Do you see me stripping?! N—”

“Wow, I feel loads better!” the baseball player exclaimed, stretching his arms high over his head. Once again, Gokudera did not stare at his body. He didn’t. Really. “You should take your clothes off too, Gokudera—it’s way less hot!” Either Yamamoto was EXTREMELY naïve or extremely perverted, and he didn’t want either of them to be true.

“Like fuck I am!” he yelled loudly, turning quickly so that he could flee, but he was grabbed before he could move anywhere. A struggle fight was then initiated; Gokudera pushing and shoving, trying to get away, and Yamamoto trying his hardest to keep the smaller boy put. “Let me go, you stupid baseball geek! I’m not taking off any of my—you leave my shirt alone!” the last part of his words almost came out in a panicky tone, but there was nothing to panic about. All that was happening was that he was practically getting molested by one of the people that he (unfortunately) hung out with!

Big hands and long fingers fought to get a hold of the bottom of Gokudera’s shirt, trying to force it up and off of the other boy. “Just take it off, I swear you’ll feel better!” Yamamoto insisted in a genuinely caring voice. “It’s not good for your health to get overheated.”

“I’m gonna get overheated anyways because you’re too fucking close, now LET ME GO!” he yelled out truthfully. For some strange reason, being so close to Yamamoto was making him feel hotter than he had already been feeling before, so now he was unbearably hot, and desperately, DESPERATELY just wanted to cool down. So, attempting to elbow Yamamoto in the stomach, he continued to try to escape from the other boy’s grasp, but he didn’t get more than a grunt and a millisecond of weakness. It seemed like the dark haired teen was really determined on getting his clothes off, no matter how extremely wrong it sounded. “I’ll elbow you harder if you don’t get your fucking hands off me,” Gokudera threatened, panting a little harsher than before. He also felt his resistance letting up, even though his mind was fully intent on the thought of getting away from Yamamoto as quickly as he could. It’s just… his body seemed to have other ideas.

Apparently, so did Yamamoto’s, for without even realizing it, Gokudera found himself being pressed back into Tsuna’s dresser, his back bending oddly as the body in front of him moved up against his own. He once again opened his mouth to yell at the other boy, but before he could do that, an action so lightning quick occurred, that Gokudera wasn’t even sure that it happened. One moment, Yamamoto’s face wass staring down at his with a determined and thoughtful look on it, and then the next, two lips were quickly being pressed to his own, and then quickly pulling away. It was so quick, actually, Gokudera didn’t know if it had been intentional… or not.

It got him to stop struggling though.

“What… was that?” he asked, not knowing whether to be confused, angry, sickened, excited, or all four of those things. Really, he had no idea how to react, and it was actually pissing him off a bit.

A shrug and “Just a random thing,” came from the taller boy, and Gokudera couldn’t help but snort. Did Yamamoto think he was stupid?

“I doubt that it was ‘just a random thing’,” he said, shifting uncomfortable against the piece of furniture that was really messing up his back. If he could just get into a better position… but the tall oaf wasn’t letting him move around at all, so he’d have to bear the discomfort for a little while longer until he could get himself out of the mess he was in. “Kisses aren’t random—everybody knows that!”

His answer was another grin, another laugh, another shrug, and another kiss. Not necessarily in that order, but it didn’t really matter, because this time he just let his body do what it wanted to, which was grab onto Yamamoto’s hair and pull him harder against his mouth. Of course, he’d blame this all on the heat later… on how it clouded his mind so that he couldn’t make any good decisions… on how Yamamoto took advantage of his weakened state… but at the moment, even though his mind was telling him ‘This is so fucking wrong, stop, stop, STOP!’, his body just craved the contact, and it was obviously winning the internal conflict between it and his mind.

Meanwhile, downstairs, Tsuna’s mother was happily tidying up the kitchen, cleaning up the supplies she had used to make the boys’ sandwiches. I hope they taste alright… she thought to herself in a worried manner. I did use a different kind of pepper than the kind that I usually use…, and as she thought this, she picked up the said pepper bottle and inspected it, wondering what kind it was. Her eyes nearly bugged out of her head, and she almost dropped the container when she saw the word “APHRODISIAC” written on the label in big, bold letters. “O-oh dear, I used the wrong…! Boys? BOYS! W-WAIT A SECOND, DON’T EAT THOSE SANDWICHES! WAIT!”

But, of course, she was too late.