Molotov's screaming, of course, just sounds like a lot of very loud, very tiny bells. But Brock gets what she's doing.

At least she can't really do anything to hurt him. Let's see her kick him in the balls when she's that small, haha! Though she could maybe get some glitter in his eyes, he's thinking, as he eyes her warily. If he gets this wrong again, that is a real possibility...

When Molotov goes to the vase, Brock crouches down to get a better look at what she's doing. "That's not how you play charades," he says absently, then takes out his knife to poke at the vase a little.

"So, you're... saying you don't want me to stick you in something. Right?"