[She was definitely figuring out a test was going on about a sentence into his description, and the way she sort of focused on him made it pretty obvious that she was gauging his collected statement for when the falsehood came into the picture.

She got in closer and sniffed. Did she need to be that close? Not exactly, but Terezi had an alarming lack of concern for the comfort zones people had about physical closeness and contact. She snuffled about like a pig hunting for a truffle, grinning towards the end.]

I mean, the book sounds interesting, though I try not to associate with too many rainbow drinkers personally. One's more than enough for a lifetime and a half. But hey, if you are, then you do you. Book'd be handy, but like you said we don't get any real tricks from home. Kind of annoying and no clue why.

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Eh? [She snickered.] The only time you smell like a bad fart's when you're telling me it's a lie, so I'm gooooonnna guess that's the hoofbeast shit.