"There we be, ah? Two people in a gaff," Pig's voice was happier, still trying his best to imitate Runt.

"Leave, Tilly. Here like." There was no smile, but the tone improved as he leaned over to kiss the other's forehead before sprawling his legs over one side of Tillman's lap, nearly wedding-style as he began to pet the other's cheek.

"Here like, in the land of King Pig."