Cinderheart- Your hand fits in mine like it's made just for me!
Lionblaze- I don't have a hand.
Cinderheart- But bear this in mind it was meant to be!
Lionblaze- What was?
Cinderheart- And I'm joining up the dots with freckles on your cheek and it all makes sense to me!
Lionblaze- Now you don't make any sense! WHAT ARE FRECKLES!?
*Starts to back away in fear*
Cinderheart- I know you ne-
**Runs out of camp**
Cinderheart- What's with him?
**Walks toward fresh kill pile**