what's the rock cooking?

When the dust settled and Hazel pulled herself upright, she was giggling. It was hard to hold that back. She was filled with so much energy, and the spar wouldn't really put a dent in it. Brilliant, wonderful energy. To her, all was well. Truly. Things had been so strange over the last couple of days, to play with someone her own age was so incredibly comforting. It seemed correct that this be what she was doing... normal. It was so normal. Maybe that was why the gravity of her situation at large was rather lost on her.

Shaking the dirt from her coat, the girl's eyes flickered back to the much larger boy. Right, the whole reason she'd even gotten up from her comfy spot beneath the tree. Hazel remembered now, that thought punctuated by a grumble of her stomach. "I'm hungry," her brow crumpled for a moment. Her tone quite a whine, but the idea of having to go catch something seemed like quite the task. It was enough to give the words a bit of a grumpy shade. Maybe (hopefully) she could get Basilisk to help. Two was better than one, after all.
"Speech"