She joins in. Sometimes you just have to shill for Prime on your friend's behalf.

Wow that’s a lot of primes. Holy shit.

(The amount of spirits who seem very enthusiastic about him being in exile can just go in a box in his head where he doesn’t have to think about it. Tommy likes praying and streaming and he’s not going to let Paramin ruin that for him.)

“…Hey, Paramin?”

She pauses, leaning on his shoulder for support. "Yes, Tommy?"

“I can still go to the Nether, right?”

"Why would you want to go there? This is where you live now."

“—Blaze rods, and making shorter paths for people to visit?”

"Nah, those are silly. Go mine some iron so you can have better tools."

Tommy makes a wordless noise of frustration. “How can I even be exiled from the Nether, that doesn’t make any fucking sense.”

She shrugs. "I don't make the rules."

“You do though. You— ghhhhhh. This is why I think you are stupid.”

"Haha, you're right! I do. Anyway, you can't go. I'd get lonely. Stay here and be my friend."

“Only if you give me things. And kill mobs for me. Because I am so very cool and then you will be able to clickbait in your streams that you are friends with me.”

"You a fan of charity, then? Because last I saw, you were still burning pity blocks."

“It’s not charity if I’m scamming you.”

She smiles. "Tell yourself what you need to. Pretty this place up with some towers." And she chucks yet more cobble at him.

“Fuck you. Get scammed, bitch.” And he lights the cobblestone on fire. 

She laughs, and lights him on fire.

Tommy screams and runs to the water to put himself out. “WHAT THE HELL. I HATE YOU. FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU.”

"Oh, do you not like that game? I thought you liked setting things on fire."

“I DON’T— stand right there, stand right there!” And he tries to light the ground beneath Paramin. (It takes a few tries.) “Yeaaaaah, see how you like it, you fuck.”

"I have fire resistance, Tommy."

Well he was going to put her out but if she’s going to be like that about it he will just leave her. He pitches his voice high and mocking. “Ohhhh look at me, I’m Paramin and I have fire resistance.”

She flips flint and steel from hand to hand. "How many hearts are you at again?"

“…About half.” He internally debates the merits of eating more bread, in case he dies and loses it or she takes it, versus saving it because he only has four pieces left, and decides to save it a bit longer. He’s not that hungry.

She tosses him some carrots. "Fix that."