Tara: "Come on now, smile why don't you!"
Arbon: "I am forced to question the validity of this plan miss Swiftfruit."
Tara: "Its a perfect plan!"
Arbon: "Ma'am ..."
Tara: "It's the best plan ever!"
Arbon: "Miss Swiftfruit, would you please pay attention."
Tara: "That's you're highness, we've been over this."
Arbon: "Your highness Swiftfruit, in this day and among these people the sudden appearance of a rodent is primarily associated with and highly suggestive of pestilence and disease. In the community of giants you hope to seek shelter among my crossing their path is a sigh of terrible luck and the need to hire mass murderer, just as you're appearance is a sign of fortune, health, and good luck."
Tara: "So I sit on your head then you make the cute face and we both smooth talk the overgrown saps into giving us stuff. Good luck cancels out bad luck, duh, everyone knows that."
Arbon: "Everyone might intuit such if they are of the mind that luck is a tangible force exerting a presence on this world, and only if one assumes their mind is sound and they are capable of rationalizing complex cause and effect from multiple sources. If they do not make the same assumption on their own before a split second decision is made upon sighting us then you will be hard pressed to explain your logic to them."
Tara: "Dumb giants. Can't speak Fairy. But you can talk to them! So just dodge around like you did last time if they try to stomp on you and make with the sweet talk. I don't want to sit out here forever!"
Arbon: "Miss Swiftfruit, I implore you to- ..."
Tara: "Again, it's your highness! I'm a princess remember."
Arbon: "Your highness Swiftfruit, I must implore you to seek an alternative route lest ill fated attempts at diplomatic measures result in yet another direct confrontation with this small human settlement. Despite how you may think it appears trying to fight these things is exceedingly difficult for a warrior of any caliber.
Tara: "This is a direct order. Make. The. Cute. Face."
Arbon: ...
Tara: "Go on now, lets see what you can manage. Puff the cheeks out a little more!"
Arbon: ...
Tara: "Perfect. Now lets see if you can actually make it work."
