[There is only one pronunciation of tomato! Regional dialects--and intentional misinterpretations of how carefully one should handle the situation--do not make it okay to throw a metal box into the path of those strangely delicate and incredibly dangerous horseless metal carriages!

Ryoma looks exasperated, and potentially fluffier than usual.]

It--it doesn't matter that you weren't aiming for anyone, you still could have caused an accident or hit someone! You have to be more considerate of the consequences that your actions might have before you take them!

[Despite the whole memoryloss thing, Ryoma's dad instincts will always find a way to the surface, as will his expression of emotions in the key of shouting a bit.]

It's--be more careful next time! It worked out this time, but...

[Urgh. He shakes his head, gently leading their poor follower over to the car as he leans in with a small, awkward wave.]

We. Would like a ride, please?