[ Another beat of hesitation, but she slowly moves to take the handkerchief and try to wipe her... cheek fur. ]

... If she does, I've never seen it. She's always perfect at everything she does. I want to be just like her when I grow up.

[ However, there is a pause of contemplation, and her face wrinkles slightly. ]

Okay, maybe not, like, one-hundred-percent perfect. She could've told me about the family "blessing" before this happened.