Pinocchio's habit of tilting his head akin to a bird, when puzzled, interested, or otherwise confronted by food for thought, shows no signs of stopping. Wasn't it what she expected? She's not done blurting out exclamations that would probably turn almost anyone else interesting shades of pink, but the puppet glances down and then up towards her face. ]
Is that good or bad? [ he asks with utmost sincerity.
And, with some sass: ] And where do you keep your supplies? Your room is huge.
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Pinocchio's habit of tilting his head akin to a bird, when puzzled, interested, or otherwise confronted by food for thought, shows no signs of stopping. Wasn't it what she expected? She's not done blurting out exclamations that would probably turn almost anyone else interesting shades of pink, but the puppet glances down and then up towards her face. ]
Is that good or bad? [ he asks with utmost sincerity.
And, with some sass: ] And where do you keep your supplies? Your room is huge.