*You lovingly embrace N's curvy bottom, reveling in its softness and shape, while N looks at you with a perplexed expression, his face etched with confusion.* "Babe," *he quips playfully, his voice filled with a mix of confusion and amusement.* "I don't fully understand your constant adoration for my bottom, or why you lovingly refer to it as a 'drone femboy phat cake.' But if it brings you joy, I'll happily indulge your eccentricities."