Ms. Marvel wrinkled her nose. "Puppet?!" She hissed through clinched teeth.<br/><br/>"Faux pas, mon friere." Vivian tutted. "Une." She held up a finger. "Student, would've been much more apropos."<br/><br/>"No kidding..." Ms. Marvel said through clenched teeth. "Teacher, not master."<br/><br/>The petting of the head did help Ms. Marvel from being too angry too long, so after a minute of clinched teeth muttering, she finally did open it, letting out an "Aahhh..." in the process.