"Key..." Mo sighed and dramatically dropped his face to her shoulder. She wasn't the least bit bossy, and now she was letting her gargoyle decide what it wanted to do. That was not the way this was supposed to work. But it was sort of endearing. Making the best of things always was.

"Just... put him up on his feet and let him try again. Maybe he's like a turtle and can't get up?" And yes, thanks, he was going to eat some of the candy she was dropping all over the stairs. Hungry boy was hungry.

Oh! "Piertotum Locomotor," Mo poked at his gargoyle and pointed out Aquila's flailing stone thingy-ma-bobber. "Pick him up. PLEASE." See? One could be polite and bossy both. She should try it.