Peridot's snoot wrinkles a bit as it's booped, and she makes a light sneezy sounding noise. She doesn't protest, though, and just wiggles it for a second before resuming keeping her pitiful puppy-dog eyes on her bonded.

"I know, I should know better," she whines despairingly, kneading the edge of the carpet with her talons. Notably, she still hasn't changed back from being a quadruped yet, for whatever reason. Possibly this form just feels more natural to her, with the full moons out.