GUESS I'LL GO EAT WORMS // open, eating snails

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She nodded to Caesar, as though his answer made perfect sense - as, naturally, she saw the hidden mechanisms behind his madness. Her four eyes blinked, first the right pair then the left, as she curiously appraised him for the next few moments. With her second attempt at manipulation, she left the start of it open-ended; now, she felt a touch sad that she might not get to see his first reaction to his newly acquired misophonia. Her left ear twitched as she regretfully supposed it happened for the best; she already slipped up with creating a mud pile under Caesar while being around him, best to avoid the male for a while.

Her left eyes drifted to Goldie as the child spoke, perplexity showing on the ocelot's face. She never heard the usually sweet girl say such vulgar things; the bengal hardly seemed capable of vocalizing such disgust over anyone. Well, Rosie didn't want to get too involved, as she already disliked Caesar but wished to not stick out too much among the crowd of the other Caesar-haters. Attempting to touch Goldie's shoulder with her two tail-tips, she tilted her head as she suggested, "Why don't we leave him with his snails and go make some treasure maps? I'm sure that'd make a good surprise present for Pincher." Kill two birds with one stone - leave this weird scene without causing more drama and bonding with her chipper niece.