"Dad, get in the wheelchair."

"Luna, the day I get into a wheelchair is the day I die."

"Which will be soon if you don't get into that wheelchair."

Terra groaned. He swore Luna was too much like her mother. Luna crossed her arms. She had been hanging out with her big brother Arthur so much lately, she was starting to get that Kirkland sass.

"Fine, try taking one step." Luna told her father.

Terra rolled his eyes. He got off his bed and picked up one foot, yet he quickly lost balance as he clung to his daughter.

"I'm fine," Terra complained, than sighed. "How about a compromise? I will not get in that wheelchair, however, I am willing to use a cane."

"...fine. Deal."