"Haha, well, he might have to fear that from me, too," giggled Cat. "But if at least one person finds his accent 'cute', then I'm sure many more will, too. He can't simply give up talking just for fear of being called 'cute'. And, well, your dad is in a different world now. Most people wouldn't know he's a Grim Reaper from somewhere, right? So should it really matter if people think he's 'cute' or not?" She thought about the subject a little longer. "If he really is that bothered, though, he could carry around a pen and paper and write down what he wants to say. Then he wouldn't have to talk and could still communicate."
Nodding, Cat slipped off as soon as Rosy had stopped moving. "Okay then. I'll start going this way, then, and I'll call if I find anything." With that, she started to wander off, pushing aside the grass and keeping her gaze on the ground. Now that she could actually see what was in front of her, maybe she'd have more luck.