This one just hatched, so she just wants to play with everything, no matter what I say. [She marches over, her pink Pokémon posse in tentative tow a couple of feet behind her—oh no, why did the bubbles stop?—and scoops Princess up. In the middle of trying to imitate Angmar's snapping motions at the empty air in front of her, Princess makes another loud, inelegant noise of objection.] There, there, you little brat. [The copycat snapping continues, and Clover holds her out at arm's length so she can't chomp at her.] Nope, noooooo.