[Mickey makes a dash for their house and Guzma...doesn't follow. He grunts and meanders after, dropping Luna on the sand like yesterday's trash. Of course he was joking, though it looks like he got his point across to at least one of them. Good, because that's what he was hoping for. Rounding on the kid, Guzma glowers at her, towering over her like the giant he is.]

I catch you stuck up in a tree again, li'l Skitty...you sleeping there. Got it? Now haul you rear to the stove, I don't want you moving one foot from it while I do the cooking.

[Whether or not Luna listens right away or not, Guzma's going to head to the stove and finish prepping their meal. It'll take another hour or so, but he keeps a hawk's eye on her, and snarls when she even so much as shifts a little. Girl, you are so grounded.]