Celia's head bobbed, and she chuckled, a bit of an unsettling noise. Her tail eagerly coiled round the neck of the glass, and she sipped, refreshed, as if she had been deprived from air. She turned her head to the little mouse, and scrutinized her from titchy ears to skinny feet, flicking her tongue interestedly, before turning back to her glass and replying, "Not for me, darling. You be glad of that." Her eyes narrowed good-naturedly and she turned back to Terry.<br/><br/>She chuckled again as she peered at the paper, stretching her huge thick coils casually. "Ha, no, never. Serpents of my sort are only really preyed upon by brothers and sisters," she hiccupped, " And I'm... what would you say... an only child?" Her eyes smiled secretively.<br/><br/>Her jaws stretched into a wide yawn, punctuated with a faint crack from her unhingable jaw. The glimpse of her mouth was pillowy-soft and pale pink. "Mmm..." she moaned softly, shifting her jaw back into place.