"That's weird. I thought I heard - thunder?!" Much like the Spanish Inquisition, nobody expects a supercell thunderstorm - at least, not in the dining room. "Tempest, what are you doing?"
"Okay, please don't let that thing rain on my sewing machine...." Maddy added, coming in.
"Don't worry. It's under control. I haven't let a storm get away from me yet," Tempest said. "But could you open the back door for a moment, please? Just the glass. We need some cooler air in here for this to work."
"This," Tempest said. "Okay now, Zephyr, we've got some cold air for the rear-flank downdraft. Pull that into the circulation...."
"That's what I tried to do back in El Reno." Zephyr looked sad. "But it didn't help. I thought it would do what it did here. Isn't that how you break a vortex?"
"It is - provided you have any cool air to work with," Tempest said. "Which you didn't. You can't work with what you don't have."
Just for the record....
That tornado exploded to just over two and a half miles wide in about thirty seconds. Radar-estimated winds at the base were 296 mph. Right at that moment, it was the strongest force on the planet - and Zephyr was trying to make it play nice and not go across the interstate.
"And you saved everybody in the Yukon," Tempest pointed out. "That was very quick thinking."
(I think Tempest is happy to have a wind deva to work with who thinks the same way she does.)