Something told Dean it wasn't the time for poking fun.
What gives you the right to go poking around up there?
I never saw Claire poking around.
"C'mon, kiri," Dustin said, poking his head into the library.
She found herself poking the new teeth with her tongue to confirm they really were there.
Who's gonna mind the ship while you folks are poking around in the ground?
"Just poking around," Cynthia answered, trying a smile that wasn't returned.
Dean considered his poking options as he used half a cake of soap to scrub away the stink of the mine.
Just like we were skirting the trespass law by poking around the mine.
What did you learn at the library on your poking expedition?
We found the back opening when Ginger went poking around up there with Dickinson Faust.
"I think Dawkins found the back entrance to the mine and thought we were kids poking around in there, so he switched our markings," he told his wife.
Something about science experiments, Megan said, poking her head in.
They sprinted across the floor and leaped up to the elevated platforms, poking their soft muzzles into the stanchions to gobble the grain.
"Lana, get your anti-sleepers and meet me in the commander's quarters," General Greene called, poking his head into the hub.
He cautioned Fred to be on the lookout as they were not the only ones poking around after the past occupant of the Bascomb Place apartment.
The foal followed, poking her nose at the rabbit.
Megan picked up the candles and began methodically poking them in the cake.
Darian was poking around the kitchenette area, while Xander paced.
The soldiers in their greatcoats were ranged in lines, the sergeants major and company officers were counting the men, poking the last man in each section in the ribs and telling him to hold his hand up.
Frankly, I'm petrified what I experienced last night might somehow lead to more of the same; people poking sticks at my psyche.
He keeps poking at me to see what I'll do.
Twenty acres and they were always at the fence line, poking their heads through to eat the brush on the other side.
"Keep poking and listening," Weller said as he turned toward the street.