Percy and James were at Brendam Docks, they had both delivered long lines of Troublesome Coal Trucks to be exported to far away lands. James, after ignoring Percy's warning, was now filthy, but unusually James had not rushed straight to the Washdown, instead he had something to say to Percy.
"Percy, I'm sorry" James apologised.
"Why are you sorry James?" Percy asked, confused.
"I'm sorry, about not listening to your warning about the Troublesome Trucks and I'm even more about making you feel not special. You and your paint are special." James explained.
"I still don't understand."
"Sigh... remember yesterday I made you think you weren't special because you didn't have a repaint?" James asked
"Yes."
"I didn't mean to. Your paint is special, as is mine. Of course mine is much more special than yours" Percy rolled his eyes "Uh, what I mean is paint is special but no engines paint is more special than any others. And I suppose it isn't the most special thing about an engine either, it's being Really Useful." James explained.
"Oh, well uh thanks James, apology accepted, I never expected you to say someone else's paint is as special as yours! Though considering your the only engine on Sodor with that exact livery, while others share mine I would say yours is a bit more special." Percy replied.
"Thanks for the compliment! Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go to the Washdown. I have passengers to deliver soon, so I need to look my best." And with that he rushed off.