Pancakes, Anyone?

She'd give him a look when he said he didn't care. Damnit, she didn't want to choose! too many yummy things out there to pick just one. Her eyes would narrow suspiciously as he moved around behind her, and then he'd speak, and an expression of outrage would cross her features as he stuck his head between her legs. Yelping, she flailed until she was let down, then spun around. Balancing her weight on her hind paws, she'd attempt to lift up - and bite Bacc's nose rather unforgivably if possible. If not, she'd settle for the closest thing she could bite. "Asshole!" she muttered, though her dancing eyes showed she wasn't truly angry.