Playing poker again

Thalindra's smirk was a stormcloud on the horizon—foreboding, daring, and just a little too self-satisfied. She tossed her dark hair over one shoulder and strode purposefully toward the living room, her confidence radiating like heat.

I scrambled after her, muttering curses under my breath as I stumbled over the wreckage of our so-called "Christmas festivities." 

"What do you mean, 'not my problem'? You're the one who started this whole mess!" I exclaimed, flailing my arms for emphasis. "We set the kitchen on fire! Twice!"

Thalindra waved me off like an annoying fly. "Details, Alyndra. You're obsessing over trivialities."

I gawked at her, incredulous. "Trivialities? That fox ate half the frosting before we even finished the cake, and you're calling that trivial?"