"Where are you going?" asks Andrew petulantly as Daine pulls away too abruptly for him to follow, leaving him stumbling for balance on one good leg. While he's fairly certain he can walk on his own if he really needs to, having his support suddenly walk off without him is not exactly pleasant. "It's that wa -- oh."

"Thank you, Daine," says Andrew primly. Then he winces as he picks his way over beside her paw and gingerly climbs the side of her head. "And sorry -- ooh, sorry, didn't mean to tug on that -- there!"

As he perches atop Daine's neck, the other Andrew looks marginally sheepish and does his best to pretend he'd simply forgotten. "Thanks," he echoes. "I meant to do that."