Blue bowls

"Good job. But, you weren't aiming this time were you?" Iris asked, swiveling in her chair. She put a hoof out and stopped herself with ease, "That was a very nice shot though, it was clean and nearly perfect."

She stood, leaving her pizza box and soda on the table, "Practice makes perfect. There's no need to be so snappy, by the way. I'm just trying to be nice, if you don't like it, you can leave." she said with a rather bored expression. "But, I do want to help. It's your call."