[And this is the second time Rikku has puffed her cheeks out with frustration at that exact question. The first time he'd asked, she'd totally understood. But the second and third times? She isn't so understanding. She's just impatient, alright. She wiggles on the throne-esque chair, tapping her yellow-polished fingers on the arms.]

You gotta like, act like I'm your queen and you're, I dunno, a peasant or something trying to beg a favor of me. [She's pretty sure that's how this is supposed to work, anyway.]