Dirt in the wrong hands

Beru’s words bought a snicker to the pink pups lips, giggling at her own comeback before the words even left her lips. “Yer just sayin’ that cos yer can’t smell yerself,” sticking up for her sister, while not really meaning what she said at all. Beru could make a horrible sculpture of her now and she would deserve it, but this was all just a bit of fun right?

Fuji was more interested in making something useful, so she used her long fingers to prod and pinch until she had what looked very much like a storage canister, even if the top did droop a little sadly. One day she would make her own teapot, but she knew better than to bite off more than she could chew. Her tongue poked from the corner of her mouth as she concentrated. There, that should be about right, now she just had to make a lid. She took a pinch of clay and flicked it in her brother’s direction while he wasn’t looking, trying very hard and failing to look innocently preoccupied with the task at hand, a low barely contained laugh threatening to break free from her chest.

“Speech”