Gibba

(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.)

tú: "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.)