"Luna, what’s troubling you?"
"Quit stabbing at your vegetables then."
"I’m not hungry."
"It’s not their fault."
"I don’t like peas."
"What are you talking about? You love peas."
"Not today. Today I hate peas. Today I declare war on peas. Peas shall quake in my presence. Peas shall fear me and today, peas shall fly."
"Young lady, if you are loading up that spoon with the intent to launch your food, let me forewarn you such action will result in a myriad of consequences including but not limited to..."
Luna: *launches peas*