This’ll be on Artbook #9’s cover…thank you to two-point-five year old Ohia:
Ohia: Where’s your car?
Me: Well, my car’s called a bus.
Me: But you know what? I have a chauffeur… it’s called a bus driver.
Ohia: I found eggs today.
Me: Oh, you’re so loved.
Ohia: I love you.
Me: I love you, too.