“It’s fine— i-it’s fine.
I wasn’t e-either, it’s m-my fault.”
"Nothing’s your fault, Phox.
Aside from the jaberpuss.
That’s your fault.”
“But it l-l-looks w-weird.”
“You think so? Effie gave it to me as a present.”
“…”
“Why’re y-y-you w-wearing that?”
"Because it’s cozy.”
