He throws the carrots right back and pointedly takes out his bread, starting and stopping eating repeatedly so that he makes annoying chewing sounds repeatedly without actually obeying. “Or else what, bitch.”

"Or else you might die from being hurt, Tommy! I don't like seeing you bleed. You're my friend."

“I don’t care, fuck you.”

She goes in for a hug.

And if Tommy tries to dodge the hug?

Then she digs out a block under him and grabs him while he's temporarily trapped.

“HEY. Grabbing a man while he’s down, seriously, ohhhhh fuck you man—” He squirms and tries to push Paramin away but only succeeds in hurting himself on Paramin’s armor. 

"Stand still. You've only got so much health left."

“Fuck you.” He stills, though. 

Pat pat. "Good boy."

“Stop fucking— pat-ronizing me, you’re patronizing me. I’m a big man.”

"Yes. Yes you are." She releases him, though. "What do you need for your home's new church?"

“Well we already have a bell. So now we just have to make the building.” He’s just going to put oak logs down basically at random. “Ughhhhhh I hate building. This is overwhelming me, I’m overhwhelmed.”

She follows behind him, picking up and placing the stray logs into a hexagon around the bell. "You're doing a great job. Keep up the good work."

He's fairly decent at copying Paramin; he gets into a rhythm after a while. It's not long before the church is entirely built. "'S not as good as the first Church we made but that's okay because I'm not staying here. Can't overshadow myself. Remember when we made Church Prime? That was fun. Worship And Prayer, boys, Worship And Prayer."

She places a few obsidian blocks in a spire at the apex of the roof.

Sure, whatever, she can do that. "Can I go back now, pleeeeaaaase, I want to go back. I miss my home, I miss my friends! I've been out here for like THREE WHOLE DAYS."

"This is your home! And I'm your friend. Go on and ring that bell." She places a glowing, rotating crystal inscribed with runes upon the spire and hops down, crouching as she falls to absorb the blow.

“—Wow that was a really bad MLG. Do you not have a bucket. I have a bucket.”

"It's called style, you little goblin." She throws an egg at him.

"Okay but like. It didn't even look good. Why did you even do that, that was hilarious, you should do it again."

She has lots of eggs. She can do this all day.

"If you keep throwing eggs one of them is going to hatch into a chicken and then it will just float down and it would be very funny but also it would not hit me. Maybe I will go be friends with a chicken instead of you and then you will be sorry."

"I think it's good for you to make friends with people who won't betray you."

"Is that what happened, did I get fucking betrayed-- Tubbo said he wasn't thinking with emotion but with reason, but what the fuck is the point if there isn't any emotion? What the fuck, I-- I want to go back, I want to go home."