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Geez! Tarot had pulled out the hands on hips move, the foot tapping. What did it take to get this guy to back down. She had another move she could use, but hated having to resort to it. It was something Sev did on the rare occasions her tantrums reached maximum undignity. Not that ever went monster, no. The worst she could do was make her stripes go darker, but even then she wasn't sure how to do it.

Tarot sighed internally. Looked like she'd have to use that move. And so she made sure her stare was extra partenty and why-are-you-misbehaving-like-this, and raised an eyebrow. Just the one, and in that perfect arched way that said "Wow you're being such a big baby over something so insignificant". Tarot almost hated herself for it.

Hmmm, it looked like Tarot was finally hitting some nerves! Well the eyebrow trick always got a reaction of some sort, though a couple times it had been the opposite of the desired effect.

Tarot decided to emphasize the parent look, and raised the second eyebrow. The trick was to get it high enough to look raised, but not as high as the first eyebrown. Otherwise she just ended up looking surprised rather than skeptically stern.

Tarot's face was almost perfectly still. Nothing from the nose up twitched, and her lips only barely seemed to move as she said, "You look like a zombie." And it was true, Austin seemed to be doing a very good impersonation of the living dead.

Tarot shrugged, having never actually seen a zombie herself before. Not in person, anyway. It was just at bookstores she liked pulling down stuff and looking at covers, and one had a picture of a zombie on the front and Sev told her it was a zombie anyway. Not that she was going to clue Austin in to the fact that she was less than a zombie expert.

"They're l'ke dead people tha' move 'round," she responded.

"Sure," Tarot said, deep blue eyes just as level and calm as they had been throughout the entire encouter. She raised and arm straight out, small hand dangling from a fragile-looking wrist, and pointed to the eel tank next to her. "I'ma go back to starin' at the green thing. You c'n go zombie someone. 'Kay?" This seemed like a good arrangement to her. There was still time for a staring contest rematch!

Tarot almost pouted. "But I don' play games," she said simply. It was quite the truth. Tarot's free time was spent staring at things, digging about in her little garden, or just wandering about looking for things of interest. She had no siblings, and there were no children in her neighborhood. It could almost be argued that Tarot was a stranger toddler than Austin.

Tarot turned her attention back to the glass. Maybe if she kinda sorta ignored Austin, he would drop his presistance that she play a game and find someone else to bother. She did answer his question though, for it would have been rude to ignore it. Sev managed to get that much about manners pounded through her thick skull, at least.

"Cause I'm 'sploring the trees at home an' makin' a garden an' talkin' to rocks," she said quite firmly. That was all the real fun she needed in her life. A rock could have many interesting things to say, and had such calm and stable energies that they were a relief to be around after all the erratic bursts she got from people.