The sound of a kettle whistling could be heard as Rainbow’s face filled from the bottom with red, her wings turning stiff as a board with a sudden pomf once her face fully reddened and causing her to fall to the ground unceremoniously as it finally dawned on her what she’d been talking about this entire time. She stared wide-eyed up at Tempest, whatever stammering sentence she tried to get out cut off by her leaning down towards her and continuing to speak.