If The Sky Comes Falling Down

She enjoys making him squirm, supposing that she?s doing well enough to get underneath his skin. Alas, it seems her shove isn?t met with much appreciation, nor does it seem to yield any results at all from him. She humphs almost boredly, raising a brow as he tells her she ought to get him something to eat. ?And risk getting my little gnatty self hurt by the big strong deer? What a gentleman you are, sending a little doll to be stomped on. It?s the man?s job to take care of the woman, you know,? she informs him. Once more she seeks to tackle him, keen on play. She doesn?t know why she seems so hellbent on playful interaction, other than that long months spent by oneself can ruin your social graces.