[ His eyebrows go up, and it’s a near thing, but he stops himself from barking out a laugh, if only so the chocobo doesn’t bolt. ]

Was that a threat or a warning?

[ Because he’d love to see this kid try.

But that’s not really why they’re here at the moment, and as they approach, the chocobo backs slowly away, ignorant of the trap that lay behind it. ]

I hate to bring this up now- [ no he doesn’t ] -but once we get it in there, what are we gonna do with it?