Fissoa: Hey guys! You wanna help take down that super mean bully on the other side of the playground?
Luria: You gotta be my friend first!
Fissoa: ...Okay! Let's be friends, I like friends!
Luria: You gotta say I'm your bestest friend now or I'm not gonna help you! I'll... PUSH YOU!
Fissoa: Uh... Okay! You're my best friend.
Luria: You won't do anything if I kick your other friend in the knee? Because we're best friends now? RIGHT?
Fissoa: Uh... But we're fighting the bully, right? Not D'hara, he's really nice too!
Luria: Actually, I don't wanna fight that bully. I want his toys.
*Luria points to D'hara, who is playing in the sandbox.*
Fissoa: But those are dumb toys. You can get better ones if we take that bully's toys!
Luria: No, I want those. Those are red. I like red toys.
Fissoa: But... the bully has red toys, too. All sorts of toys.
Luria: No, I want those.
Fissoa: So... you won't help us fight that bully?
Luria: I can't, I got to have those toys. It's not my fault, blame D'hara for having red toys. Red is my color.
Fissoa: ...Okay, well... D'hara will help! That bully was really mean to D'hara.
*Fissoa wanders over to the sandbox.*
Fissoa: Hey, D'hara, wanna help kick that bully in the knee?
D'hara: Yeah! And I got a little cousin who does whatever I say, so we'll beat them up real good!
*D'hara notices Luria making grabby motions with their pudgy little child hands.*
D'hara: Uh... Actually, Fissoa, I gotta stay in the sandbox. Luria is giving me mean looks and if I help you fight that bully, she might push me over.
Fissoa: Well, can I borrow your little cousin, then?
D'hara: No, mom would get upset if he got a skinned knee and I wasn't there.
Fissoa: Oh, well... Okay.
