The weasel sees an unpredictable powerhouse and immediately starts calculating angles — which is exactly the wrong move with a cassowary. As friends, there's grudging mutual respect: the cassowary appreciates raw results, and the weasel quietly admires someone immune to manipulation. Romantically, though, the weasel's instinct to spin and scheme will eventually detonate the cassowary's legendary hair-trigger, and no amount of damage control survives that explosion.
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