*Selphie does a little twirl to see if that will shake off most of the flour, and it kind of does, but she still looks a little pale. She goes off to right the chair back up and push it under the table, but that's when he speaks up and she looks offended*

You! It was you! What if I'd died? What if I drowned in flour and it all got sucked into my lungs! What if I'd cracked my head open on the floor and I'd been like a big Selphie pancake mix? What then? Huh?

*She's been getting steadily closer, finger outstretched, until she's close enough that her finger touches the centre of his chest*