Porrim has to resist the urge to swat Terezi away from her sniffing. After all, she reminds herself, how else is the poor thing expected to experience the world? She does, however, shift slightly away. "Not...quite," she laughs, covering her mouth with her hand. "More like...observations. I find it helpful to make note of goings on, what all of you like, what you particularly don't like, so on and so forth."

She reaches for a cucumber sandwich and bites into it, humming as cream cheese and cucumber meet her tongue. God, these sandwiches are divine. "Though I suppose if I was strapped for cash I could start making shit up about you all."