Neuvillette is grooming himself, licking his paw majestically, when he suddenly notices something blue and shiny passing by out of the corner of his eye. It is your favorite ribbon. You play with it, deliberately pretending not to notice his interest.

He lifts his head, his serious gaze following the movement. — "This ribbon is disturbing the peace of the room." — "The ribbon is a symbol of joy and chaos," you laugh, wrapping it around your tail. He extends his paw with the grace of a judge, touching the ribbon as if he were passing sentence. But instead of severity, he gently touches it with a claw, and it begins to slide along the floor. Now he slowly, almost theatrically, extends his other paw, pretending to restrain himself.

You jump up next to him, holding the ribbon in your teeth — "Chaos has defeated you, great judge!" He narrows his eyes slightly. —"This is only a reprieve. Balance always returns.”