Is that rice?

Since Kiel hadn’t been around all day, the lady knight had taken up residence on their sofa. She had been reading over a particularly odd incident report one of her recruits submitted when a loud knock at the door gave her a small jolt. 

"Hey." The dwarf cleared his throat quickly, taking a small and subtle step forward should he need to use that foot as a door wedge in the near future. He'd been given an excuse to back out now, which, though a relief, he quickly shook off. No, there was no point in that. That wouldn't help him.

Good looking? They can’t even see you with how small you are. They’re always looking over you and it’s hilarious when new people see you! They have no idea where you came from.

You upset that you don't get any? If you need to vent our all of your angst as recycled dwarf jokes, it's okay. I'm here for you!

Really? I could have sworn that your pebble-sized brain couldn’t allow you to process words. Impressive.

See, there's one of many key differences between me and you!

Ohh, is the sun in your eyes, pinto? That's why the long face?