[If she weren't still holding half a plate of watermelons, she'd drop her hands to her hips, but only one goes, the other propping the plate up over her shoulder as Del tries to make a leap at her legs with his front paws, but she's looking at Beat as if he's just grown another head, with an arched brow and a light frown. Just as she opens her mouth to spout out a protest, she feels the sprinkler loop back around to hit her again, and she gives it a firm kick away.

Del barks and growls at Beat, and the other boy might as well be growling back with how angry he looks, and all she can do is stand in the middle and... sigh...]

You two brought me into it, so I won't stay out of it. And he's one of my dogs anyway.

[Now she's speaking like a mother would her two kids—]

One of you want to tell me what's going on?

[Del barks again. Beat is bullying him, mom!!!]