Miranda sighed. Sure, she was happy it was Christmas and Allen's birthday and all, but... another sigh. A gloved hand meanders over to an orange, only to have it pulled away at the last possible minute by some long red sticky thing. Dark eyes follow the thing and land on the little dinosaur happily scarfing down the fruit. Her head tilts nearly ninety degrees, complete with eyebrow quirked, as a quiet 'what on earth' escapes her lips. That... was something she had yet to see.