"....Orcs are pretty Mama. He's pretty. You can't tell me what to do, I...I'm going to be his friend." Huffed the immature boy, pushing his plate away as he crossed his arms. He didn't understand why she was so angry. "You...You're best friends with a giant mama...No one is okay with that....So...So my best friend is going to be an Orc. What's so wrong with th-that? You should be understanding...Y-You...You should be okay with change, you...You changed your whole body." "Hey, Amber." Peter snapped, grimacing at his son. "...Orcs...The reason why we don't like orcs because of how mean they are. They will turn on you in an instant. They're rough and brutish." "He's not! He's cool! And he's super smart! Smarter than you!"