"Nah, He likes you feisty," says a new voice, with an amused, squawking tenor, from somewhere Fives can't see.

"Don't be a bitch, Thief," Marten scolds, popping up for a moment before ducking back down behind Toast's protective bulk. "Anyway you don't have to pretend to be happy. You can be mad. You hurt us, if you want to."

"Speak for yourself," Thief interjects.

"...just not yourself," Toast finishes.