Piques an eyebrow at the request but shrugs, quickly knocking back whats left of her second drink.
Gimme a pie!
A large pie materializes above her and smacks down onto her head, she rolls over onto her side clutching her skull, grumbling about "not having enough to drink for this nonsense". Meanwhile the pie magically floats to the floor, unharmed. Lurching back to an upright position, one hand still tenderly clutching her abused dome, she stares at the pie unblinking.