The zing and thwap of that particularly pesky blade of grass eluded Payne, right in the thick of excitement. He didn't mean to do such a thing to his sister, by no means - everything was just so thrilling! Payne frolicked in the grass, swatting playfully at blades with his paws as he cavorted through. He really seemed in his element, rolling through the tall plain. Of course, Payne realized gradually, he wasn't supposed to be gamboling about like this. Rikku could come up on him any moment! After all, there wasn't a 'Marco' to be heard...
But then... Wom? Payne's ears shot up as his body followed, and he grinned foolishly. "Bear!" he replied promptly, tails waving. Sister was really smart! They'd call the Womber- erm, Wombears - right to them! It sounded like it would be much more fun than calling 'Marco Polo' - whoever that was.