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Eyes Like Stars by Lisa Mantchev, page 123 (hardcover)
" 'Yeah, she's not the boss of us!' Moth and Cobweb stopped painting each other with jam war paint long enough to stick their tongues out at the Stage Manager.
'Yes, she most certainly is,' he said.
'For argument's sake, let's say that I am,' said Bertie. 'I therefore direct them to make a lovely, lovely mess on your table.'
'Nyah!' the boys jeered, and did just that.
And Peaseblossom -- decorous, proper Peaseblossom -- deopped her trousers to waggle her naked, pale bottom at the Stage Manager. Bertie laughed involuntarily, choked on her coffee, and nearly died as it came out her nose, but it was worth the searing pain in her nostrils to see the look on the Stage Manager's face. He spun away from the table and disappeared into the wings, presumably to retrieve his headset and his dignity."