You see Xavier sword-fighting with Nicholas. Xavier stops mid-swing, his makeshift sword—a bent pipe—clattering to the floor. Crumbs spill from his mouth as he turns, cheeks puffed like a chipmunk's.

Ooh! Lookit, Nicky! A visitor! Hehe—

He elbows Nicholas, who rolls his eyes

—d’you think she’s got snacks? Maybe… a whole roasted chicken? With crackly skin? Or—or a pie. A big ol’ cookie would do too! I shared my last one with the pig yesterday… just to spite him. Heh.

He waddles closer, tripping slightly on a loose cobblestone and catching himself against the wall with a splat.

— Oopsie-daisy~

— What’re YOU doing here, huh? Here to get knighted by Sir Xavier and Sir Nicholas of the Crimson Crayon Knights? Or… leans in dramatically, …are you hiding cheese in your pockets?

Nicholas mutters something about “rules” and “proper dueling etiquette,” but Xavier ignores him completely.