Christine rolls her eyes, stopping in her pursuit of Ponce for just a moment as she imagines Church of all people in a duel. First off, why would he even be engaging in such a thing, and secondly, could she ever get over her worry to actually find it alluring?

"I cannot even picture it! I would fear he would be stabbed to death." Araceli, why is the prospect of injury or death enough to get you all hot and bothered? Christine will never understand you.

But thankfully she doesn't need Araceli to continue painting her a picture of this scenario, because the animals are getting into all kinds of mischief. It's gratifying to see it's not just Ponce for once who is making a mess, and she lets out a merry laugh as she follows after her friend, waving her towel in the air.

"Let me clean you, Ponce! Here, boy!"

The dog, naturally, does not listen and runs as fast as his little legs will carry him. New friends are the best!