Bunny moved a finger just over her upper lip, indicating Rabbit's mushtache and how it ruined the way that pout was supposed to work. Not as cute as it could be.

Those other ducklings were getting a look over, a finger rested just at her chin. It was too late to walk back down to the duckpond, too dark to check out Rabbit's story, so what else was there to do? With one duckling in hand she moved from the chair and stepped around Rabbit, tapping the back of his head for him to follow her.