"Great, so a shelf that's got stuff that swings between being real nice and real gross," Ariel responded dryly. Dusty nudged her hand again and licked her fingers when Ariel rubbed her muzzle. She sighed, still facing the shelf when he asked her what she was looking for.
Her lips quirked up into a small smile and she tipped her head in his direction, large mirrored sunglasses reflecting his own image back at him. "Looking for? Nothing," she offered. "Craving, chips, apparently."