Cress was so tempted to accidentally bring up his own heel at the most opportune moment when Chili was clambering off him. Which was as he was straddling that leg he was itching to kick up.

But he resisted. That was such a cheap method of payback. Besides, then Chili would start pummeling him furiously and they'd become nothing but a squabbling heap of limbs flailing about trying to land blows and shoot portals on one another. That wouldn't do.

"Mark my words; you'll pay for that," mutters Cress darkly as he rolls over and sits up, delicately pushing himself back to his feet. Did you SEE THAT, Chili? Getting back up off these heels? Piece of cake. You just suck.