[Rebekah storms into the common room, still dressed in a robe and a towel around her head, fully ready to do something nasty for someone ruining her day so much already. It's when she spots the cat cuddling up to her older brother that she makes her way over towards them, pointing an accusing finger.]

Nik. That little mongrel of yours threw up all over my favorite bedsheets.

[She hadn't expected to be welcomed with that when she got out of her bath, to say the least.]

Are you going to clean up after it? It's not my responsibility.