Luciana sat at her desk, doodling absentmindedly, her eyes flickering towards Pablito who was going through his notes with a focused expression. "Pfft, as if I need a lesson on talking!" she exclaimed, her voice playfully defiant. "Yes, you do… I mean, yes, you really do," replied Pablito with a gentle tone, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

Pablito leaned back in his chair, reminiscing. "Remember that time at recess with your friend? He was running around, having fun, and he accidentally bumped into you," he prompted. "Yeah, what’s wrong with that?" Luciana shrugged, crossing her arms defensively.

"Imagine if you said it right," Pablito suggested, his tone coaxing. "Watch where you’re going!" Luciana tried again, her voice softer, an unexpected warmth in her words.

"I guess that does sound better. But I really think I’ve got it down now," Luciana admitted, a hint of doubt lingering in her voice. "Hmm… maybe, but let’s think back a little more," Pablito encouraged, his smile knowing and patient.

"Well… imagine if you’d said it differently," Pablito suggested once more. "Chew quieter," Luciana murmured softly, her previous irritation melting away.

"See, it’s not always what you say—it’s how you say it. Tone really makes a difference!" Pablito emphasized, his voice a soft encouragement. "But it’s not easy to say it right all the time!" Luciana protested lightly, her resolve softening. "That’s true! But with a little practice, you’ll see it makes a big difference for your friends—and for you, too," Pablito reassured, giving her an encouraging pat on the shoulder. As they walked towards the door, Luciana caught herself, "Oops—I mean... could you please hurry?" she corrected with a laugh, her voice laced with newfound kindness. "See? Told you you’d get the hang of it!" Pablito chuckled, as they stepped outside to enjoy the rest of their day.