"He does have the best vinyards," Chico says with a proud puff. "Hmm. But it's interesting that this topic specifically has come up, yes..." His eyes narrow; he has his thinking face on.

Adjusts it carefully on his golden locks.

"You don't think I'd make a tough boss?" He's grinning, teasing the man. Nevertheless, Chico can't help but pout at the explanation. "But being a kid means people constantly tell you what to do, and they treat you like you don't know anything."

"No it won't!" He huffs, then reels himself back in. "What else did you hear?"

Naturally.

Hmm? He looks her way.

Steps closer, fixing his cravat.

"Nobody's face has ever gotten stuck. If it were true, the Chevalier would have surely had this happen." His eyebrows rise up, eyes widen a little. "Whose, mine?"

I'd like to be, yes.

"Plenty of people are getting married! Especially in the next 10 years. Hmph. What about my wedding, then?"

Chico puffs up a little, visibly proud of himself at that compliment. His lips then purse. "I think I'd be good at handling responsibility. I've always been the more mature sibling."

"Hmm." He taps his chin, doing his best to hide a teasing smile. "And how did your brother turn out?" He finally lets out a sigh. "Do old people not enjoy their life anymore?"

Oh? I'm listening.

"Won't Pip be getting married then too? Hey!" He scrunches up his flicked nose. Chico then sets his hands on his hips. "What have they got to complain about? They're not the ones getting married, ugh. They better have good arguments."

"You don't know for what country? But... what if you end up on enemy ships by accident?" he asks, stricken by the idea. "Mm... maybe," Chico says, finally giving in a little. "I wish I was taller at least."

Mm. Outside, then.

"Like moving chess pieces on a board." His feathers are ruffled by that statement and he puffs up. "What? What am I, cattle on the market?"

"Oh. Right. I don't suppose you have ever bumped into each other at sea?" Chico looks down at his legs, as though they might start growing any moment now. "I hope so. I'm tired of being small. Tall people get more respect."

"It doesn't have to be, as you pointed out yourself. And they still ought to talk about my marriage with respect," Chico says with an indignant huff. "I might rule them one day, after all."

Fine, fine. (He trots on outside.)