Destructive Tendencies

Daniel hated having Vala in his lab. Mischief was practically her middle name, and being in a room full of shiny artifacts was just asking for her to steal them. As expected, she flitted about the room, investigating every priceless piece of history he had in his office.

"Here, read this!" he said, opening a drawer and pulling out a magazine. Vala's eyes lit up and she all but pounced on it. To his dismay, she chose to hop up on his desk and sprawl out to read it, but at least she would be quiet and not break anything.

Five minutes later, he glared at her over the broken remains of his glasses. "Found your glasses!" she said with an innocent grin.

Oh, boy, are you in trouble now! He refrained from saying that out loud, even though he sorely wanted to. No more last chances. If she screws up again, I'll kick her out. Oh...wait. Dammit.