[Weiss doesn't really need to crank up the cuteness for Yasha, she's already plenty cute, and she's more than happy to pluck these chickens (she saw them bully a bunch of people throughout the day, so this seems like appropriate punishment).

She toes off her beach slippers because they are uncomfortable to fight in, and stalks off towards the nearest two lifeguards, who give her a sneer (four of spades don't get a nice treatment).

It takes around thirty seconds to have one of them running away screaming, almost bald from where Yasha's hand ripped out a handful of feathers, and the other face first in the sand, sputtering and nursing an injured beak.

She walks back to Weiss plenty happy and with "reward", offering more than five feathers to her.] If they try to make fun of you, tell me. I'll gladly pluck them all the way to their skin and fill a couple of pillows with their feathers.