This tasty mousy thing didn't find those legs nasty at all. She'd seen worse and nastier in String Shot attacks (in her personal opinion, at least). Amp didn't mind giving tummy rubs, no siree.

So she dove right onto its stomach with her paws, rubbing and rubbing until she couldn't rub anymore. She might have been a little rough, but otherwise, the petting might not have been too bad. Her cheeks sparked, an indication that she was obviously having fun. She liked this... thing. Whatever it was.