It's Robin's Rulebook now!

Before you know what to do with the meaty superpower your sister just gave you, Robin is scribbling down another rule in the Rulebook. You flinch, expecting a hasty reprisal of some sort, or an additional modification to what she's already done to you.

Nothing happens.

You glance over your shoulder: Heather is still there. Looking a bit confused, granted, clearly at a loss for what she's seeing. You briefly wonder if being a Rulebook holder means you have better perspective on its effects. Would you be able to see through an Old Rule if Robin wrote one down? you wonder. You make a grab at the Rulebook, eager to see what Robin wrote down. Clumsily, your hand seems to hit the front of the book, clubbing hard and stubbing your fingers. You smart and hold your hand.

Robin giggles hard, holding out the Rulebook for you to grab. "Here you go, butterfingers," she says with a cute wrinkle of her nose--an expression that could drive you wild or drive you crazy, depending on the context. Now it's doing both for you, infuriating you and looking so adorable at the same time.

You reach out for the book, cautiously waiting for her to yank it back at the last moment and yell "sike!" But instead, the moment your hand is about to grasp the Rulebook, your fingers hit an invisible wall, stubbing against open air. "What the fuck?!" you mutter.

"Language, Michael!" Heather chimes in, oh-so-helpfully.

"Sike!" Robin says with a bouncing laugh and nose-wrinkle. Yeah, that's it: you decide today that expression is driving you crazy. She flips the Rulebook open and lets you read the latest addition, scribbled out in sloppy pencil scratches. New Rule: Robin's Rulebook--no touching!

Damn it! Why didn't you think of that?!