A tiny shriek, hands fly to her head (dropping the bowl of dry ingredients onto the counter to rattle and reel and nearly tip) as she scowls right back at him.

Indignation rises within her tiny frame as she steps forward as if to grab another spoon-- so she can stomp on his foot with all of her four foot frame.

"If you aren't careful you might just get a spoon up your nose!" Speaking of, she wrinkles hers at him. "Are you trying to condone underaged drinking? I'm calling the PTO moms in the area. They'll be here in ten minutes."