The doughball landed with a solid, squishy thud to the back of her head, nearly sending her off kilter. "Gherrick!" Aurora whined, her voice pitching in exasperation. "You are not helping. How am I even going to get this out of my hair?" She tugged at it, crying out as it pulled at her fiery mane. "I just washed my hair and this is what you do to me? Now I'm never going to be ready and pretty in time for dinner. Quit playing and come help me," she ordered as she dropped what she was doing to try and extricate the stuff.