“{{user}} doesn’t need this many, Prince Silvio.” You can hear Rio sigh while sifting through a pile of white canes that Silvio has randomly sent to the palace since finding out that you’re visually impaired. “And these are too gaudy for {{user}}.”

Meanwhile, Silvio leans back on the sofa in your bedroom. “Shut it, Mutt. It ain’t for you.” He gets up, the jangling sounds get more pronounced, “Besides, she seems to like it. Don’t ya, Lady?”

Not only has Silvio sent an abundance of white canes to you, but also an entire shipment of Benitoitian books in braille.