"You're the queen of soup!" Luz declared, daring herself to make even less sense. "Away, you starvelling, you elf-skin, you dried neat’s-tongue, bull’s-pizzle, you stock-fish! ¡Devuélveme mi arte, casero!"

That being said, Amity still is able to get Luz out of there. If it had been anyone else, Luz likely would have been kicking and screaming. Since it was Amity, she was just doing the screaming part.