Frosch walked up to the dragon slayer at a steady pace. "Gajeel!" She called out. That name, she wouldn't forget, ever. "How is Gajeel?"

"Gajeel," she greeted with a smile. "No training today?"

The Exceed was stunned, and overwhelmed and he sure hadn't been prepared to wake up in a choking tight hug. A muscular, scarred arm was wrapped around him, keeping him in place. As if to prevent him from escaping. Gajeel, the mage he had fought on the lacrima, hugged him tightly. The man had even cried when he said he wanted to join this guild. The dragonslayer seemed to be entirely different to what first impression he had left on the feline. There were many things to explore on the character of the man who had claimed him his partner. For now his urgent intention was getting free from this hug, which was threatening to choke him. So he started squirming to either wake the man up or get free.

"     Oh, by all means. What exactly are you trying to bake?"