[Franziska had made her way outside and investigated the tree, carefully breaking off a promising seeming branch for a switch - it's not her crop, but she feels more comfortable with something. She almost drops it when a bald boy (who is shorter than her! One of the few benefits of this place is how tall the general population makes her feel) starts shouting behind her. She spins around and swings her new switch, as she would have her crop, hard.]

A foolishly foolish fool who values only foolishness for his foolish opinions would do better to keep his foolish mouth shut!!!