You're not stocking anything, Mister.

[What? He's a logical kid! And a considerate one, and so arranges himself more comfortably on Ambassador's knees, making sure that his rather long and flyaway hair doesn't get in the other's face.]

I'm Moth. Because of the cocoon. 'Butterfly' was too long. [Simplest lie he ever told.] Can't you tell it where to go? We need reins!