"I wasn't that nice," she protests, giving a slight frown. "...I think I was nicer to the lake animals, and the leg things..." The leg things were rather sweet, albeit odd. All they did was stare. They didn't even make sounds.

It's lucky she's used to her own> bird doing this actually, though for the same reason she pouts instead of dropping the apple or being 'touched'. "...that's not 'thank you' that's 'your hair is messy'..." she protests dejectedly, though she at least tries not to sound TOO disappointed.

Maybe he's trying after all.