Gigi was anxious now, "Brubby doesn't 'poof', Auntie Olivia, my Brubby wants to 'poof', my Brubby likes to 'poof'. Gigi also likes to 'poof', actually Brubby's 'poof' isn't as loud as Gigi's."
This is what you call making it worse with every explanation.
Bobby's face twitched, unable to endure any longer, he growled, "Shut up!"
Gigi's lips pouted high, looking as pitiful as possible, just like a mustard cabbage beaten by frost, head drooping down, her big black and white eyes shyly looking at the angry young boy, asking softly, "Brubby, should you 'poof' or not, Gigi doesn't know anymore."
She clearly meant to praise Brubby, but ended up making Brubby angry.
If she doesn't praise Brubby, Brubby gets even angrier.
So should Brubby know how to 'poof' or not...
She thought she was asking very softly, but it felt like covering one's ears and pretending not to hear, as if only she and Bobby could hear it.
In reality, her soft voice wasn't quiet, Olivia Lewis and the rest heard it.
