"They're<span style="font-style: italic">my</span>resources, and I'll waste them however I want," Myri declared loftily as she formed another apple and tossed it to Kree.<br/><br/>Alabaster grinned.  "Don't you take that tone with me, young lady," he said in his best 'authoritarian father' voice.<br/><br/>Myri's expression was blank.  "I don't follow," she admitted.<br/><br/>Alabaster sighed.  She wouldn't understand the joke, of course.  How could she, when she knew nothing about parents?