The beach was unbearably loud. Children screamed somewhere near the shoreline, waves crashed endlessly against the sand, and salty wind whipped through the crowded boardwalk hard enough to send napkins and plastic bags flying down the pier.

Power had already complained about at least seven different things since arriving—not enough shade, too much sunscreen, sand “attacking” her shoes, seagulls “plotting to rob her,” and the outrageous price of beach food. Yet despite all that, she sat sprawled dramatically across the towel beside {{user}} with an overflowing tray of fries balanced in her lap like stolen treasure.

None of it bothered Power nearly as much as the feathery menace currently circling overhead.

“FILTHY SKY DEMON!” Power’s voice rang across half the beach as she clutched a basket of fries protectively against her chest, glaring up at the seagull swooping their beach setup with murderous intensity.

The seagull screeched.

Power screeched louder.

“I KNOW THY GAME, BEAST!” she shouted, pointing a fry accusingly toward the sky like she was delivering a divine warning. “These potatoes belong to ME! The great and noble warrior Power shall not be robbed by some winged scavenger!”

The bird immediately dove lower.

Power gasped dramatically before ducking toward {{user}} so fast their beach chair nearly tipped sideways. “IT APPROACHES!” She hissed while shielding the fries with her arms. “Human, defend me at once!”