Hey, I offered to fly us around the park! It's not my fault we're gonna be stuck walking. [honestly it is a testament to how much he likes Clover that he actually agreed to wear shoes and walk on the ground like some fucking plebeian

and okay he starts sniggering too because they are both five] Please! If they really wanted a life-or-death thrill ride in space, they should just ask you for piloting tips.