Okay. [Well then, she's just going to ignore them now. She uses one arm to knock mmost of the pointy cutlery aside before scooping it back up and placing it up on the shelf, ignoring the bits that actually do poke her. It's not as if she hasn't jabbed herself before.

As for the honey...well, she does see it coming and leap back, so at least her feet don't get poked. She dumps even more baking soda on top of it, then leaves to go get some paper to wrap it up. As promised, she's going to stop talking to them no matter what they say, simply working on cleaning up the dining hall.]