In my defence of how strange these questions were, even though I was trying to wake Nannermellon up, I was also very sleepy. Picture all Nannermellon's answers to be mumbled for full adorableness.
Me: Wake up, wake up, wake up.
Me: Okay, you have to talk. ...What is your opinion on piglets?
Nannermellon: They're little.
Me: If you had to decorate a house for a piglet, how would you do it?
Me: Would you doing anything else?
Me: On the walls or on the floor?
Nannermellon: All over.
Me: Hm. Would you use dried ones or fresh ones?
Nannermellon: No gray - just no gray.
Me: No gray ones? Okay...
Which is your favourite toe?
Nannermellon: This one. [points at her middle finger.]
Me [laughing]: That's not a toe!
Nannermellon [sulkily]: It's a good toe.
[another long pause]
Me: You still haven't named your favourite finger for me.
Me: Best. Answer. Ever. But which ones of your toes is Norman? You still haven't told me. I wouldn't recognize him if I saw him on the street.
Would a toe walk down a street by itself?
That would be weird...
And would it have feet? With toes on it?
Me: That would be very... meta.
Me: What was your favourite movie as a kid?
Nannermellon: rins bry.
Nannermellon: rinses rye.
Nannermellon: Prinses bri.
Me: Oh, the Princess Bride. Great movie.
Can you say a quote from it?
Nannermellon: No more rhymes now, I mean it.... Does anyone want a peanut?
Are there any rocks ahead? ... If there are, we'll all be dead.
You've fallen victim to one of the classic blunders, never go in against a Sicilian when death is on the line. A ha ha ha ha
ROUSs? I don't believe they exist.
Nannermellon: It's not my fault being the biggest and the strongest. I don't even exercise [hand flop].