Aw, come on, Tess! You have no sense of adventure.
TESS: Bel, what…?
HENRY: What is it?
OAKEWOOD: My new research project.
BELFRY: MY TAMBERLANE!
TESS: Oh, stars. Oh, stars, oh stars! Bel, you can’t keep that thing!
BELFRY: I can, and I will.
TESS: Belfry, it’s– it’s deformed.
BELFRY: It’s my kit now.
TESS: It has no fur! It’s going to freeze in the winter! Can it even breathe with a muzzle that flat?
BELFRY: DON’T CARE! MY KIT!