— You have mine.

—Sorry, dear, but I only eat hearts.

— Really? It´s a good time to eat, actually. Would you share some meat with me?

—Be a good birdie, Stolas. Now, come, I have fresh meat just for you...

— ... Sorry about that, then.

—I do, dear, I do. But don't over do it, or you'll go hungry...

— Don´t you know me already?

—You're becoming too capricious perhaps, Stolas, dear.

— Feels bittersweet, indeed.

—Oh, don't tell me you're bitter now, fy annwyl.