"You're a nut."

"What kind?"

"Huh?"

"What kind of nut' I want to know if I should be insulted or not."

"So, some nuts are better to be likened to than others little Minx-monster?"

"Of course! Some nuts are awesome, yummy and useful! While others are just tricksy tricksters that make you work to get the poison. Nasty little nuts they are."

"You should end sentences like that with ...my preciouses."

"What' Why' Who is my precious" You" I mean, I like you and all but really..."

"Nevermind mango, you wouldn't understand, you should watch some of the movies they have out."

"I don't like those, drains people of their own creativity, like sucking away a piece of your soul." There was a pause. "I've moved on to being a fruit again?"

"You are a fruity kind of girl. What are you playing with over there?"

"Pafawh, I'm not playing, I'm caring for my stuff. If you care for your stuff it'll take care of you."

"Stuff, you mean your weapons."

"Some of my things are weapons, some are instruments, some are just shinies. Mmmmm shinies."

"See, right there, add a my preciouses."

"You're silly."

"Sure thing little coconut."

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"My preciouses."

Chuckles.