The fact that every royal guard in the world, apparently, feels compelled to warn the characters to mind their manners.
Jusqua's reaction to learning that the cat he's been chasing halfway around the world isn't Aire after all? —>"............"
Rekoteh starts having reservations about asking for Brandt and Jusqua for help with the dragon egg.
Brandt: Cool! Jusqua, let's have a contest to see who can do it first! Jusqua: Does EVERYTHING have to be a game? ...Now, I've heard that dragons are born in fire. Maybe if we cast some powerful fire magic on it, like Firaga, that'll warm it up enough? Brandt: Naw, you don't need fire. You just need to hit it with something hard to wake it up. Like, say, a Mythril Hammer! Rekoteh: (I'm starting to think hooking up with these people was a bad idea...)