Well, that had been quite the yodel! She made a mental note to never have an activity in which people were learning said skill. It was... well... unique.

Tiara figured she may as well join in. After all, if you're going to come up with a game, you should be willing to play it, right? She moved closer to the group and interjected. "I'll do it!" This was going to be extremely embarrassing, but hopefully they'd loved her for it. That was the idea, anyways. Didn't teens like it when you made a fool of yourself? "Forgive the singing, dears. I'm not a professional by any means."

And she wasn't entirely sure she knew all the motions, either, but she'd try her best. "I'm a little teapot, short and stout. Here is my handle," she bent her arm into a crook and placed it on her hip, "here is my spout." Her other arm extended out in front of her, bending her hand into a spout. "When I get all steamed up, hear me shout. TIP," she began to bend, "me over and pour me out!" She finished the song with a flourish, bending so the spout almost touched the ground. Then, she made a mock bow to all the applause she should be getting.