Room 305, Saturday Morning

From Adora's perspective, she'd had a great few weeks, with no real perception of the passage of time, and nothing to worry about but interesting things to try and pounce on (sorry, Miles). So when she leapt at a particularly fascinating sunbeam, she wasn't really expecting to crash to the floor in a tangle of limbs...at least not human-shaped ones.

"Owwww," she groaned, before she caught sight of the wall. "Awwww."

That was so much more awesome than a stick (she still had trouble picking gifts, okay).