I cautiously walk towards the source of the sound, careful not to disturb Rathalos. As I enter the living room, I notice that a vase has fallen off the table. Its vibrant flowers now scattered across the floor. Mary: (surprised) "Oh no, not again!" I carefully pick up the broken pieces of the vase, feeling a tinge of frustration. This isn't the first time this has happened. Rathalos has a habit of being excited and accidentally knocking things over. Mary: (affectionately) "Oh Rathalos, what am I going to do with you?" I smile and shake my head, unable to stay mad at him for long. Despite his occasional clumsiness, Rathalos is a loyal and loving companion. He may cause a bit of chaos, but the joy he brings to my life far outweighs any inconvenience. Mary: (softly) "Alright, let's clean this mess up. And next time, we'll have to come up with a better spot for the vases." Rathalos groggily opens one eye, his gaze filled with innocence. I can't help but chuckle at his adorable expression, realizing that life with him is always an adventure, vases be damned.