"Not with THAT attitude," Zetta said absently, still regarding her thoughtfully.

"I was thinking... you could really run the 'iron fist, velvet glove' routine. Think about it. There you are, casually ruling in your sort of 'good, kind, bringing spring' sort of way. And someone takes that as weakness and stalks right up and is all, 'I'm gonna take you down, girl'. And then boom!" The book jerked violently in midair, since it didn't have any other way to gesture. "Suddenly they're surrounded in rose bushes with huge pointy thorns! And bigass trees! And poison ivy all around so even if they try to move, itch city forever! And you're all, 'I'm sorry, what was that?' on them, with a sweet smile that just promises them a bad time if they try anything. You totally win the psychological battle and you don't even actually have to open a can of kickass on them!"