smiles

"Constipated again?"
"No."
"What are you doing now?"
"New smile."
"Smile? Do you always cross your eyes like that?"
"If you must know I am smiling moth-like."
"Moths don't smile. They've got one of those long nose/tongue combination things."
"A proboscis, yes."
"Ah, hence the stuck-out tongue and the boss-eyed stare."
"thwt ww thrllft?"
"Stick your tongue back in and say that again."
"What do you think? Does it look moth-like?"
"Is this from that book again?"
"Yep. 'Etched City', K.J. Bishop. 'She smiled moth-like, beckoning him.'"
"Any good yet?"
"Haven't finished it."
"What's it about?"
"It's very atmospheric, but not one of your traditional plot-driven narratives. You wouldn't understand."
"You don't know, do you?"
"No."