"So you better hand me the dice." Laura sounded stern which had an effect on both girls. At 13 and 10, they reacted to her like a stern teacher.
"Why should I?" Maria glared at the teacher . . .she mentally corrected herself. . .the older woman.
"So I can put them in this box and they won't roll again. Unless you want to be younger?"
Maria held the glare for a moment longer before reaching into her pocket. Or rather awkwardly do so while trying to keep them from hitting the floor. She pulled them out of her pocket and promptly fumbled.
The now familar voice echoed through the cabin at the clattering sound of one or two dice.