[Sebastian]

"I've got it!" he exclaimed, springing up from his chair beside Fakir fast enough to send it toppling over. "Hey, Fakir! Listen! Listen listen listen to my great idea!" His tail was flipping back and forth in a blur; funny, the way it messed up Fakir's hair.

He didn't seem happy when he finally looked up at Sebastian, but that was only because he hadn't heard his brilliant idea yet.

It took the white-haired man a moment to speak, he just looked at Sebastian for a while like he was confused. "What?" he said eventually, sounding way more tired than he could possibly be – he'd only been up for an hour so far! Sebastian knew this because he'd had to go wake him up personally, Fakir was really forgetful like that.

"Fakir, I had the best best best idea ever! Ever! Do you want to know what it is? Huh? Huh? Do you?" He could feel his teeth chattering in excitement, so he grabbed a walnut from his supply pouch to keep himself occupied.

"Actually, Sebastian, as it happens, I don't even remotely–"

"A contest!" the Feryxonis shouted. Oops. A piece of walnut landed on Fakir's nose. He'd just wipe it off with his handkerchief... or Fakir could get it himself, that worked too. "Anyway, anyway, as I was saying, we could have a contest! A sales competition! What do you think, Fakir? Huh? Doesn't it sound great?"