How it works ’round here:

Willow: is like me, she doesn’t really care about thunderstorms unless the building starts to shake. But prefers pretzels to peanut butter.
Corky: will seek a comfy spot like under the couch, and all but will shallow the spoon. In fact he gets peanut butter just because of his sad expectant looks. He doesn’t like the pretzels I bribe Willow with.
Misty: tends to be scared of storms, either seeking to hide or be comforted. But still inclined to leap off the couch and trot into the kitchen if it means peanut butter. She loves pretzels, and all things considered food.
Yup. That’s how it is around here, lol.