[Sorry, Ardyn, Church nearly spits trying to keep in that laugh and yet...cannot keep in that laugh. He might still be looking up mostly at the actual kid, but look at him. He's a twig. More than before.]

Okay, O Chosen Child, you need a couple sandwiches first, and also, shut up, you're a royal kid, but a kid nonetheless.

[He's gonna even pluck that crown out of Ardyn's wild hair.] Like, what even is this, an antler? Do you have a deer god? Dear god, deer gods, if you even have deer. You don't even have deer.