Pru let out an unladylike, exaggerated gasp for air, as if she were being strangled. The pressure on her neck had subsided after a mere second, but she used her hand to clutch at her throat as if she struggled to catch her breath anyway. Her dramatics ended in giggles, which were amplified by the fake threat.

"You wouldn't dare!" She grinned and spun around so that they were face to face, "If you did, I'd cut all of your hair off when you were sleeping!" Pru used her fingers to form a pair of scissors and 'used' them to crop a loose strand of her friend's hair close to her scalp, "You'd look terrifying!"