Haha. It was a pretty good impression for a second.

[This time, her smile has a bitter edge she can't contain. How nice for him, that he wasn't a doll. How nice for him, that it wasn't a constant struggle to not be like that.

Then she flops back into the seat again, only watching Avery from the corner of her eye. At least the gloomy weather outside made the light level in here manageable.]

What about other things? Could you be a dog? A maggot? A houseplant?