Dragoncrest Cliffs Donnez-moi une suite au Ritz, je n'en veux pas

His eyes were drawn to the shark's tooth once again, noting the interesting curve of its edge, and its keen, lightly serrated point. He did find the tooth interesting, but it lost its allure simply because it belonged to his sister. When he stopped to think about it for a moment, he ended up thinking about it long enough to find himself frowning with light disgust. That thing had once belonged in a large fish's mouth. It had been stuck in pink gums alongside many others of its kind, gnashing and slashing other fish apart. He could only imagine how many germs that tooth had severed!

he did not speak of this thought for fear he might ruin Miette's prize, which she clearly liked quite a bit. He was not so wretched a soul that he would stoop that low, and could keep those festering thoughts to himself. Instead, he considered her question to be more general- and considered the things that he knew Miette liked, and found himself finding an answer he thought was a bit less cruel. 

"Mwen pa renmen yo paske ou ranmen bagay ki sal, ki gen odè, mikwob ak degoutan. Se poutèt, sa." He explained with an air of dignity, as though a decent explanation would offer clarification. Because he was a stuck-up little boy who definitely dared to condescend and mansplain, he added "Epi non mwen pwononse Tou-sawn."