thunderbolts and lightning very, very frightening

If he hadn't just woke her screaming fire, Pestilence may have had the good nature to be amused at his predicament. Her gaze darted down contemplatively to the paw he had nearer to solid ground as the other flailed to establish balance, and with an exaggerated sigh she placed her own paw heavily down upon it until it touched dirt - both to help him remain upright and to possibly squish his stupid little toes, for good measure. "The same example you set for me as a yearling." She gave back.

When he had somewhat composed himself - which, it was Jupiter, he might never manage that - Pestilence took a moment to glance around the definitely-not-burned surroundings. The night was... creepier then usual, with a blue-tinted glow that she hadn't noticed the night prior. Fireflies danced in the distance though their color too, was wrong. Pesto looked back at Jup accusingly. "One of your more elaborate pranks." If she went and caught a firefly, would she find paint splattering it's wings?