"Perhaps we can settle this with a good drink of wine?" Venti suggested upon being eye level with Mister Patch while the bard continued his wind breaking since his farts were helping him stay afloat. "After all it's having quite the effect on me-"

"I'm afraid not." Mr. Patch responded upon coughing more beach balls at the archon while he wandered around stomping on the various Tevyat enemies with his balloon dinosaur feet. "I just wonder why we have a presence here when this doesn't make logical sense."

"...that's a good way to put it...!"