[ Oh. That's - that's actually pretty cute. Jaune fights hard to suppress the desire to say aw, thinning his smile out with some success into an approximation of steely determination.

The pen's spring, in the meanwhile, sproings gently when the Cat bats at it, just rigid enough to wobble enticingly back and forth. ]

- you didn't know this would happen. [ Is that right? ] No - that's not it. We either...ended up here by mistake, or there's a way for us to remember what we're missing that you knew we would find.

I guess that doesn't have to be 'or'. [ Jaune sighs. ] This is why I was so glad to see you. I'm not good at this. Or if I am, I don't remember that, either.