[He has to roll his eyes at everything coming out of Davesprite's mouth, but at least the fact that he has yet to shut the fuck up means that Karkat can sneak another bite while he's chattering away. The texture is fluffy, the flavor sweet, and having actual hot food after literal human months (how has it been almost three?) warms him in ways that have nothing to do with the temperature. Can they kidnap Rhys after this? Probably not. Steal his pancake-making equipment, maybe? Also no, but it's nice to think about.]

They're not weird, and fuck you, I wouldn't want the crown anyway. Especially if it's that tiara you're always wearing.

[He flicks a finger toward wherever the abomination in question is resting, then goes back to eating. The rest is a little hard to address with the tone they've already set, but...]

... Thanks, Davesprite.