Kira: When I was very small I remember there was this tree right outside my window. It was the ugliest most gnarled and battered old tree I'd ever seen. Even the birds stayed away from it.
Mullibok: But you loved it, huh?
Kira: Hated it. Because it had grown so huge its branches blocked out the sun for kellipates and its roots buried themselves so deep in the soil nothing else could grow there. Oh, it was a big, selfish, annoying.
Kira: Nasty... nasty old tree.
Mullibok: Hmm. Sounds to me like it had a lot of character.
Kira: A lot.
Kira finally tells Mullibok a story with a double meaning.