"I don't -- I've never gushed," Yamato protests, turning bright red. "I don't gush. About anyone."

"Aw, you're so sweet, Yama," Taichi starts, sing-song, settling his chin on Yamato's shoulder. Yamato shoves him away, one hand on his forehead. To Barry, Taichi adds: "Yeah, it's going to be good. I'll need to brush up on my English, though."