[She would question why she would ever try to chew on a wiggler, but Terezi's attention is redirected to Kieran. She sniffs at him, and then her smile becomes a little bit less threatening.] Thank you. I've been assured by my matesprit that they are acceptable levels of cool. [She pushes them further up on her nose and sniffs toward Ash, then back to his moirail.]

Have you been sufficiently convinced that I am not a made up wiggler tale?