She couldn't help but smile, because she'd still rambled, but he'd rolled with it, and that put her at ease a little, though her brow creased at the descriptor, at least until he finished, "Oh! You mean Bob. He's, uh, a puppet?" She really hadn't meant that to sound like a question, it was just that most people assumed he was a puppet and she only rarely had to say so herself.

"Project that I got too attached to." And that part was true, it was just that he wasn't any kind of class final project, he was someone else's science project. At hearing his name, he drew himself up a little, sitting on her shoulder and looking more like some kind of fuzzy shell-less garden snail than anything.