Moth
Just now:
Moth scratches me accidentally. A long white stripe appears on my arm. Cue, look of horor and dismay on Moth's face.
"Oh nooo!!!"
She investigates the stripe and my arm and then her fingernail, apparently finding some of my skin under it:
"Would you... like it back?"
***
Several days ago, Moth made pancakes, put them into two neat piles for me and I ate a few.
She then rearranged them.
I protested.
Moth: "They have to be the same size!"
Me: "But I was..."
Moth, relization dawning: "...finishing that pile?"
Me: "Yes!"
Moth: "Two schools of thought."
Moth scratches me accidentally. A long white stripe appears on my arm. Cue, look of horor and dismay on Moth's face.
"Oh nooo!!!"
She investigates the stripe and my arm and then her fingernail, apparently finding some of my skin under it:
"Would you... like it back?"
***
Several days ago, Moth made pancakes, put them into two neat piles for me and I ate a few.
She then rearranged them.
I protested.
Moth: "They have to be the same size!"
Me: "But I was..."
Moth, relization dawning: "...finishing that pile?"
Me: "Yes!"
Moth: "Two schools of thought."