“You started it!” Bitterroot not-quite yelled, shoving Artemis away. “I just said I was tired, and you decided to one-up me, so I one-upped your one-up, since that was the way you were going.” She planted her face in her hoof, then pulled down and stomped on the ground. “I don’t care whether or not you’re more tired than me. But I’m too tired to deal with it now. Give me fifteen fricking minutes to rest, then we can talk. Deal?”