Adrien was volunteering at the nearby animal shelter when he found out something very important about his kwami.
The nice lady at the counter had assigned him to cleaning the cat cages, which he thought was the purrfect job for him. It was just him in the cat room that day, so as an added bonus (or not), he was able to talk to Plagg as he worked.
But he had not expected it when his kwami's first words came in the form of a sneeze.
"Aw, come on, Adrien, did you have to pick an animal shelter to work at?" Plagg complained. He sneezed again. "I think I'm allergic to fur."
Adrien set down his supplies to give his kwami an incredulous look. "You're a magic being bound to a ring; you can't have allergies."
"I can't?" Plagg asked sarcastically. "Somebody must've forgot to let me know about that, then. I'm telling you – cat fur wreaks havoc on my sinuses." He let out another jarring sneeze to illustrate his point.
Adrien stared at him, nonplussed. "You're literally a black cat. How on earth are you allergic to cat fur?"
Plagg shrugged his tiny shoulders. "It's a cruel twist of fate, I know. But it's true."
The young model sighed with resignation. It didn't make one bit of sense, but he knew there was only one way to stop all the complaining that would undoubtedly follow.
"There's cheese in my pocket."
"Camembert?"
"The very best."
Plagg zoomed inside the jacket, disappearing from Adrien's view. He set back to work, cleaning the cages as his kwami ate.
It wasn't long before a tremor went through his jacket pocket.
"Ah-choo!"