Ricken: Brady! Oh, whew. I'm so glad I managed to catch up.
Brady: Who the hell are you, kid?
Ricken: It's me, Ricken. Your father?
Brady: Uh, are you crazy in the head or something? My old man's dead. And anyway, he wasn't some pipsqueak like you.
Ricken: Heh heh... I thought you might say that... So I brought a little leverage to help my case. ...Ta-da! Feast your eyes on these tea leaves! Look familiar?
Brady: Yes! ...... Okay, no.
Ricken: This is the tea Maribelle and I drink every single day! Come on, look closer! I'm sure you've seen it a million times.
Brady: I'm sure I have, but I don't know jack squat about tea leaves just by looking. ...Here, kid. let me have a whiff.
Ricken: Ah, right! Of course! You might recognize the smell. ...Well? Well, well, well?
Brady: *Sniiiiiiff* ...Yep. You win. You're my pop, all right.
Ricken: You believe me?
Brady: Uh-huh. You don't really look like how I remember him, to be honest. But only my old man would be this eager to make me sniff tea leaves.
Ricken: Ha ha! That's a relief.
Brady: So what exactly are you doing here in junior form?
Ricken: I came from another world to help you. I saw how you got split up from your friends before... I know this must be so hard for you... But I'm here to fight by your side!
Brady: Well, thanks. But I'd rather you help them, not me. I had to leave them on the other side of the ravine... I hope they're all right.
Ricken: Are you sure? But then who's going to keep you safe?
Brady: I can take care of myself. I have a way of slipping right under the enemy's nose. ...Musta got that from you. Ma told me about the time you snuck behind enemy lines to rescue her.
Ricken: Ha ha! She did? Well, still, Brady. The stakes are higher this time. You have the Gemstones. You have to stay alive no matter what. Do it for your father.
Brady: All right. But you be careful too, okay?