Tales, poor Ravenna

Ravenna saw that Ron's robot had roller skates and insisted she be given a pair immediately.
I resisted, but she is not one to take "no" for an answer. I hesitate to say it, but although she is quite a graceful dancer, Ravenna is not noted for her athletic prowess.
As soon as the skates were strapped on, one leg went left and the other went right, ripping the wiring in the back of her leg completely out of place.
You will now find her, post the robot version of achilles tendon surgery, reclining on the couch with her laptop and tv remote, demanding muffins, lattes, and sympathy every fifteen minutes. Loudly.