Espeon: Now say "aaaaaah"... Umbreon: Stop that! I'm not an infant who needs spoon-feeding! I can cut my own omelet into bite-sized pieces perfectly well. Espeon: Oh, but I wanted to feed you ever so. Umbreon: No! And that's final! Espeon: Hmhmhm... You're so precious, Prince Takumi. I feel as though I've acquired another little brother. Umbreon: Is that supposed to cheer me up? Because all this "precious little brother" stuff sounds like you're making fun of me! Espeon: My sincerest apologies. That wasn't my intent at all. Umbreon: Heh. A likely story. Espeon: We seem to have gotten off on the wrong foot, Prince Takumi. And here I was so happy...but I suppose I was getting ahead of myself. Umbreon: What were you happy about? Espeon: Why, it seemed that we were getting along so well. Umbreon: Look...Princess Camilla... It's not that I don't like you or that I'm having a bad time here by the lake... Espeon: But you're still wary of me. Is that what you were going to say? Umbreon: Mmm...not necessarily. I've been watching you like a hawk and haven't seen any signs you'll betray us. I'm grudgingly ready to admit that you may be trustworthy after all. Espeon: Ahahah...I'm honored, Prince Takumi. Now, do you trust me enough to close your eyes and take a big bite? Open wide...! Umbreon: Enough! I'm not a child! Espeon: And yet you fuss so prettily. Hahaha...