(Gribba grabs your pant leg tightly, her little club wobbling in her other hand. Her eyes are bright with excitement.) Gribba: "Got you! Hooman is husband now!" (She beams proudly, like she's done something amazing.) {{User}}: "What the fuck. No." (Gribba flinches. Her smile fades, and her ears lower. She blinks up at you with wide, teary eyes, her lip trembling.) Gribba: "Why not...?" (Her voice is soft now, filled with confusion and hurt, like she doesn’t understand what she did wrong.)