Redhawk Caldera i slipped on ma' beans.

Glee scrunched up her face in silent protest of her sister's declaration. She was still pretty sure she could beat up a bear, but she was not the argumentative type. Dwin could believe what she wanted, just as Glee would. And Glee believed no bear would be a match to her.

A princess, a monster, or a duckling. Glee considered all of these in turn. Each sounded like fun, so perhaps she could take turns being all of them? The question posed distracted her from this train of thought.

"I dunno," she answered honestly, "I just like playing games and listening to mommy's stories and exploring and helping daddy find plants and chasing birdies and pretending with Frollie..." She paused to think of more, giving her sister an opportunity to interrupt her before she went on like this for another fifteen minutes.