Grouse Thicket if he said, 'help me kill the president'

It wasn't long before a certain affect began to characterize the boy's behavior. He felt himself relax as he wandered about and found new targets to munch on, and as he went he slowly stopped eating the entirety of each apple; soon some had a few nibbles, others had a couple tooth marks, but he appeared to be full. When he heard Ceara comment something, he paused and looked for her — but she was behind some of the apple trees, and that meant he had to find a way around. For some reason this seemed like a particularly complex problem. He swaggered over to the trees and managed to poke his nose - then his face - around them to glance at her. What was that? He questioned, and while his ears turned forwards he sort of smirked at her, feeling a little silly for no good reason at all.