[Peony is walking down the corridors of the Palace, a snotty nosed rappig quick on his heels. Peony looks down at the rappig, annoyed and almost disgusted]

You're more annoying than your namesake. Pretty soon we'll have to start tossing you into icy lakes, too.

[Saphir stares at him, and Peony stares back, until his expression softens a little]

Ugh, whatever.