"Does everyone have trouble with their dads around here?" says Tabby, loudly.

The Rito tribe couldn't say. They shuffle away uneasily.

Nemo says, "What are you talking about?"

"Some kid, I think he's the prince, doesn't like his dad."

"Not really our business is it?"

"You weren't our business either."

"Fine, do what you want, but don't involve me."

"I'm sorry if that sounded mean."

"I didn't think it was mean I just thought that this Prince is none of our business."

"Um, Mr. Postbird, could I take a quick break?"

"Of course. We are going to run out of work for you soon at this rate anyway."

"Back soon!" she heads to the royal residence.

Its just one big room. It has a sign on it, with a childishly scrawled 'Stay Out' written on it.

She knocks on the door.

"Go away!"

"Why?"

"I don't want to talk to anyone except my dad."

He sounds really young. Like five or six.

"But you said he didn't care?"

"It's obvious he doesn't, he's gone all the time. Or busy."

"Isn't he king or something?"

"...Yeah. Hey, didn't I say to go away?!"

"You did, but you seemed like you needed cheering up."

"...It worked. Thanks, I guess."

"Are you telling the truth?"

"Fine. I'll go back to telling you to go away then."

"Well that isn't going to work, is it?"