In her effort to familiarize herself with the miraculouses, Marinette was going to spend time with one kwami each night. It would be good for them to get out of the Miracle Box and see the modern world, and they could tell her about their powers. Tonight, she decided she would wear the Pig Miraculous. As she adorned the pearl anklet, a sparkling pink light appeared and transformed into the swine-like kwami Daizzi.

"Helloooo, world!" he announced with delight. "Hey, it's Marinette!"

"Hey, it's Daizzi!" the girl replied, her worries masked by the excitement of the moment. "How are you?"

"Oh, just dandy! I'm excited to have my turn outside of the Box."

"You know this isn't anything special. I'm just trying to get to know you."

"Compared to the isolation of the last one-hundred-and-seventy-two years, anything is special!"

Marinette halted. "Just since Fu got the Box? I thought it was protocol to keep you in there unless your Miraculous was in use."

Daizzi calmed his demeanor. "It's complicated. Broadly speaking, yes, but we kwami are not animals, despite our appearance. It is not healthy to keep us locked away, but it has been necessary since the destruction of the Order. Not everyone has taken it as well as others, though."

"Yeah, there's a reason I'm doing this one at a time instead of letting everyone out at once…" she agreed, scratching the back of her head. "I'm guessing you're one of the saner ones?"

"I don't mean to demean, so all I'll say is, as the kwami of prohibition, I fully understand Master Fu's decision to keep us off-limits from the world during his tenure."

The blue-haired girl slouched at the reminder of why she was meeting with each of the kwami and of why she specifically picked Daizzi tonight. "Um… yes. There's actually something I need to ask you about that. Something that I want to prohibit myself from, but don't know how."

The pink kwami floated closer and gently guided Marinette's face up towards his with a smile. "Hey hey, don't be glum about it! Prohibition isn't as scary as you think. I suppose it's hard to tell from my, uh, inspiration, but something being off-limits doesn't mean it's bad or dangerous."

"Oh?" Marinette responded, giving him her full attention.

"Pigs are known for being dirty, and are therefore often considered untouchable, meaning they're so gross as to be off-limits to normal contact. It's a term you may have also learned has been applied to groups of people that a society deems, well… lesser, to be blunt, as an excuse to justify all of the ugly things that follow. But the inverse is also seen – something can be considered too sacred, untouchable because we are not worthy to touch it. Many traditions are held in such regard, though the reasons and benefits from that are… also complicated. And there's stuff in the middle, too, like someone swearing off certain foods or technologies, or a controversial subject being restricted or banned in a public space in order to prevent disputes from erupting that could escalate into hostility.

"To sum up that explanation: Prohibition can be a boon and not simply a punishment. Impartiality and moderation are important tools in society. Does that make sense?"

"Yes… I think." She was still processing the information. "But I'm not sure that it is, in my case. My problem is that I can't control my feelings of love towards someone. It's detrimental to my friendship with him and to my actual relationship with my actual boyfriend. I was hoping to get your advice on how to manage that."

"Mmm… that's a tricky one. Emotions are Duusu's specialty, not mine. That's because you're right, they can be hard to control. The most straightforward application of prohibition to solve this problem would be a vow of chastity, like what many religious figures take. So much of the pressure is taken out of loving someone when you've promised yourself not to act on it, right? But something tells me you don't want that."

"You're very right about that. But it's not a bad idea… well, reminding myself not to act on it, that is. This boy is also dating someone, so the odds of anything happening even if I do are slim to none."

A terrible pit opened in her stomach, causing her to curl her legs up and hold them with her arms to become a little ball. She felt like crying. "Wow… it's really over, isn't it?"

"Not necessarily! This is simply part of the separation process. Trust me, I know all about this. Letting go of an attachment isn't easy, and you'll find yourself yearning for it more than once. Remember the old saying… if you love something, set it free. If it comes back, it was meant to be. And if it doesn't, it was never yours to begin with. Only time will tell what sort of ending you're going to get."

Marinette sighed mournfully and rubbed her eyes, before stretching back out and looking at the kwami with renewed life. "I suppose you're right. I have Luka, and I have a loving family and plenty of friends. Adrien doesn't, and I need to do this so I can be there for him."

"That's the spirit!" Daizzi chimed, flying in a few circles around the bluenette's head. She couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm. "So, I'm guessing you want to hear about my superpowers, yeah?"

"Oh, yeah, I nearly forgot! Although, I should first figure out who would be the best match for you…" The heroine thought for a moment. "If I were to give your miraculous to someone, I would want the kind of person who is optimistic and always willing to help, but who doesn't understand that goodwill can't solve all problems on its own. The Pig Miraculous would empower them to employ temperance, prohibiting their ideas when necessary to transform their positive outlook into positive change."

"Anyway, going back to the perceptions of pigs, my miraculous's activation phrase is, 'Let's get dirty!', and likewise, de-activation has you say, 'Let's get clean.' A transformed wielder is given a shovel to wield, and their sense of smell is greatly enhanced! Lastly, for the main attraction, they get to use the power of Sully, which fills that shovel with a special mud that's indestructible and incredibly sticky after it has been flung. This allows them to apply prohibition in a physical sense by sealing off whatever they hit."

"Huh. That's a creative way to go about it. It's too bad we'd have to Cataclysm the mud if we stuck an akumatized villain with it instead of the object, though. We could win fights very easily otherwise."

"Yeah, that's kind of the point. The Mage couldn't make the powers too easy, or they'll become easily exploitable, too."

"Right. I suppose you can never have too many precautions."

A moment passed without anyone saying anything, and then Marinette stretched. "Well, I should probably get to bed for the night. Thanks for the advice. I'll definitely need to see how I feel in the next few days."

"I'll be here! You know, unless you want to give me to someone…"

"That's not a discussion I want to have right now. Good night, Daizzi."

"Good night."

With that, she removed the miraculous and returned it to the Miracle Box, before storing it away in its secret hiding place at the bottom of her chest.