Mickey and Minnie were walking together in awkward silence.
"So, I'm guessing that was one of your friends, huh?" The boy mouse asked.
"Daisy's a bit of a quack as you could see." Minnie scowled.
"A bit?"
"She's a very tempered, squirmy duckling."
"Now that I could clearly see." Mickey chuckled.
Minnie twiddled her thumbs anxiously. "You didn't lie back at the castle, did you? We both know it was actually you who went in."
"I saw how shocked Daisy was. It was like she never could believe that you could do such a thing."
"That's because I didn't. I'm just a weak mouse who can't even do something as simple as saving somebody."
"Apologies for my cold actions when we first arrived at the castle." Mickey said, looking away in shame.
"Why would you do that back there? Is it because I wasn't strong enough?"
"It had nothing to do because of strength. I don't care if you're a rat or not, it's just..."
"Just what? Spill it, mouse, or I'll honk your nose again."
"I'm a bit overprotective, alright?!" Mickey shouted.
"My, what was that?" Minnie asked.
Mickey sighed. "Look. I know you have what it takes to go through a castle or any obstacle at all. I just don't want you to get mouse-napped because of you. Pete has his evil schemes on me, and I don't mind him. What I don't mind is seeing you get mouse-napped just because he wants to see me miserable."
Mickey turned to look at Minnie, and almost jumped in surprise seeing a wide smile on her face.
"You do care about me, mousey!"
Minnie embraced Mickey in a tight embrace, almost lifting the mouse boy from off the ground.
"T-too tight!" Mickey gasped.
"Sorry!" Minnie let go of Mickey immediately, who fell down on the ground gasping for air.
"By..the...way..." Mickey panted, looking up at Minnie. "Thanks for defending me back there from the quack."
"Don't mention it. What are mice for?" Minnie gasped immediately, putting a hand over her mouth.
"Unless you don't wanna be which I totally understand that was quite-"
Mickey held a hand silencing Minnie. He got up and dusted the dirt off of him. He looked at Minnie with a serious face. Minnie then began to sweat.
'Why did I even say that? He doesn't know yet...'
Mickey began chuckling. "Yeah, I like that."
Minnie didn't know what to say.
"Mice?" Mickey held up a gloved hand towards Minnie.
Mickey then felt himself get embraced again, the air being knocked out of his lungs. He slowly patted Minnie's back.
"Uh...Min? I can't b-breathe..."
Minnie let go of Mickey again, the mouse boy falling on the ground twitching.
"I need to watch my own strength." Minnie muttered, looking down at her hands.
"You still alive there, Michael?" Minnie asked, as she saw the color return to the mouse boy's cheeks.
She was seated on the ground next to Mickey, patting the boy mouse on the back.
"Yeah, no thanks to you, Minerva." Mickey muttered.
Minnie's mouth twitched. "My, was that a comeback I heard?" She asked.
"I must be getting your bad habits from hanging out with you a lot." Mickey groaned.
"My habits are wonderful. I fill the world with joy and happiness." Minnie laughed.
"And annoyingness." Mickey grumbled. "But sometimes, you're so unbelievable." He then chuckled, shaking his head.
Minnie shrugged her shoulders, and laid down on the ground.
"I could use a break right now." She said.
Her stomach began to emit a loud growl, as if on cue.
"Mickey...Minnie's hungry."
Mickey looked at her in amusement. "Aw, is Minnie really hungry?" He smirked.
"Yes. Minnie is really hungry that she'll eat your cheese if you don't let us take a break."
Mickey shook his head. "Well, since we have a lead on Pete, maybe a small break wouldn't hurt."
"So, Minnie can eat then?" The girl mouse said hopefully.
"Yes. Minnie can eat if she can stop using her name in third person. It's annoying Mickey Mouse."
"Alright then!" Minnie chirped, as she ran off to look for some food.
Mickey looked at the running mouse girl, and sighed. He looked for a comfortable spot to lay down, and took a quick nap.
'Sometimes I wonder if Minnie's actually a child trapped in an adult's body.'