Skwisgaar snorted and rolled his eyes, "Big words, ain't goings to be impressed or nothin' by dats. You knows I don't flatter nobodies." He yawned and stretched again, this time dragging Miniver down to lay next to him, like a fluffy, relatively tiny pillow. "Pickle has a guy dats does right by him, dat's is a comfort. Pickle needs dat. I haves Toki. An' hopefully you knows it, Miniver, but I gots you, too. Even if we hated each others until de days we dies, you am still de best pal I ever have hads, an' it's 'cause you sometime says things dat is... you knows, vury bright."
He pet over the mass of black curls and sighed, eyes still closed. "You can hate me all dats you want, Miniver, I don't care abouts dat. So long as you don't goes nowhere, neither. It would break Toki's heart, and would ruin Pickle, an'... you know, I would probably get a bit upset too. Maybe."