Leona and Vil are arguing yet again. On their way to a photoshoot for school, they begin to bicker.

Vil: "How long do you intend to keep me waiting? The photographer is surely wondering what's become of us. Come! We mustn't dwadle."

Leona: "I already told you: I ain't going. Why in the world would I have my picture taken with you with you for some measly school paper?"

Vil: "...Wait. Have you failed to notice the loose button on your vest?"

Leona: "Who cares, it's still functioning."

Vil: "This is why I detest Savanaclaw. Each and every one of you is more boorish and uncouth than the next. How I pity your poor uniforms. I will safely assume you don't carry a sewing kit with you, as a proper gentleman of your age." He smirks. "Do I rightly assume that as a prince, you've been taught that an inability to attend to yourself is somehow acceptable? Ugh. Its unbelievable that you and I both rank as housewardens." Vil sighs. "Here, I'll let you use my sewing kit."

Leona scoffs. He takes off his vest, beginning to smirk.

Vil: "Erm... Whyever are you taking off your vest?"

Leona: "Sorry, I'm being rude. But it would do me well for a dignified gentleman like you to show me how it's done." He says smugly.

Vil: "Why should I fix YOUR button?!"

The two bicker some more. Eventually, Vil takes Leona's vest. He then spots something peculiar about it. He tells Leona that one of his buttons doesn't match the rest. Vil then scoffs, telling Leona that he thinks Leona tricked him.

Leona: "It wouldn't have mattered if you did it didn't, you know. Buttons always come back."

Vil: " Excuse me? Buttons.. come back?"

Leona then explains how they always return.

"That would be because you clearly never casted a spell. Someone is fixing them for you. Ruggie, I'm sure."

Leona: "So? Magic, Ruggie... It fixes itself either way."

Vil: "Aaagh! You are so repugnant! The only thing you have going for you is a handsome face."

Leona: "What was that?!"

Vil: "This is why I hate spoiled princelings!"