She likes excited puppy doctor. The other times he's a sad puppy in the rain and that is just sad.

"I don't think you've been lied to--"

She scrunches her face at his face. "You're making that face again," a stern frown and she folded her arms. She wrinkled her nose, trying to refuse to accept what it told her brain about ink and paper and -- wound up sneezing.

"Problem is, you might accidentally bend things to how you think they should be, rather than getting to find out how they already are."

She unfolded the arms, about to poke his cheeks but refrained instead. For now. "What's that face mean?"