She sighed. "Fiiiine. But it's hard to talk to when I can't touch it," she replied.<br/><br/>"Come along, dear, it's time for your bed," Blossom said, scooping Flute up in her arms. "You stay up too late, and you get cranky." "I don't get cranky!" she countered, crankily, still pouting, as Blossom carried her off to the bedroom.