Don't Crack...

Grip!

Baloo couldn't contain himself any longer. Still on his knees, Baloo's upper body lunged forward to grab hold of Ayse's leg. He acted like an oversized infant, screaming into the moonlit woods, "Boss Bro! Thanks! Thanks, Boss Bro! Boss Bro, thank you!!"

Ayse didn't force the lizard man off, nor did he push Baloo away. The young posse boss was too warmed by Baloo's actions to retaliate. 

But Ayse did almost bust his gut with laughter, "Hey! What else are big bros for? Don't expect any more gifts tonight, so don't forget to find those berries you wanted."

The blubbering Baloo sniffled. His face was wiped against his elbow to quickly and most efficiently clear away Baloo's tears, snot, and spittle. "Y-yes, sir, Boss Bro! I'll find the best berries and make you the best food ever! That's a promise, from the Chef of the Silver Crown Posse!"