He knows he's too young to know what "love" is, but how else can he explain the strange warm feelings he has whenever Lillibit is nearby? How just seeing her brightens up his day? How her voice is more soothing than any song?
"I think...know I love her, Snag," he sighs. "I've heard people talk about love, real love, and all the feelings I have match."
Snagglebit knows the feeling all too well and offers a sympathetic smile.
"You too, huh?" He frowns. "Don't waste your breath, though, she only has eyes for Willabit," he says bitterly, spitting out Willabit's name like it was a sour-tasting weed.
"I know, and she'd never like me that way anyway cause I'm so young," Browniebit says. "But I still love her. I just can't help it."
"Me either, kid."
They sit in quiet contemplation for the rest of the evening.