and drink your tea with your pinky finger out.
But Nene wasn't drinking tea at the moment. There was no particular occasion for it. Yes, she and Mister Di had succeeded in possibly traumatizing Miss Taiko, but public celebration would be most distasteful. (Not that she really cared; she didn't care about a lot of things, but that's a story for another day.)
Nene moved the book that was on her lap, and used her good hand to examine the legs. They were banged up a little, scars obviously showing. And sometimes, she could feel her roots trying to break free of the bonds. But Nene was delighted nonetheless. Wriggling around was such a hassle, and even if she'd have to cover up the tattle-tale signs of a previous ownership, Nene didn't mind.
After shutting the book, Nene held it under her good arm and walked her way to the backyard. Each step was a little wobbly, and she almost threatened to tip over several times, but that was besides the point. Nene almost felt bad for taking such well working legs.
But then again, Nene didn't care about a lot of things.