[ He gives Sollux a small wave and proceeds to gaze back up at the gigantic alien. ]

Yeah, they're your alien custodians, right? So he's kind of like your dad in a sense.

[ He squints. ]

I bet he eats a ton!

Yeah, I gueth he ith kind of like my dad.

Not a lot. He jutht eatth thome Mind-honey everyday.

Oh good. I was about to say, I don't think we have enough food to last the winter, much less for a big hungry alien.

[ His lips slightly curled up, he continued to stare at Sollux's lusus very attentively, almost too attentive in fact. Even if other worldly beings were indeed a mindboggling sight to behold, John should have been used to it by now thanks to one particular game... ]

So he just popped up out of nowhere? Poof?

He'll have to deal with normal honey but he thould be good with jutht that.

Bathically, yeah.

So this kind of thing happens a lot, right? Anyone can just show up like magic?

[ A moment's hesitation. ]

Anyone like my dad?

Probably. I don't thee why your dad couldn't thow up.

[ Suddenly, John cranks his head towards the direction Sollux wasn't looking at and bends down on his knees, his body shaking quite uncontrollably. What he's doing is left up to the imagination of the observer... ]

...John?

[And he places his hand on John's shoulder.]

Heheheh... HAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!

[ He was laughing. John was wheezing and half-chocking, and now rolling around in the grass, clutching onto his stomach for dear life. The heir of breath literally had the wind knocked out of him. ]

[Sollux just... stares.]

Are you okay...?

[ ...Nope. Still a giggling inferno. ]

—Thought... But I... Then you... Heheheh...

[ Wheeze wheeze wheeze. ]

... I don't get human humor.

No no no, wait—! I can. Heheh. Explain. [ He hehe's some more takes in deep breaths,

until he swiftly snaps right back on his feet and stares at his trollbro with a serious composure. ]

You totally said he was gonna throw up.

...

[Okay. He's turning around to go inside now. Wow John, rude.]

[ Processing... processing...

Oh God. Wait. No. Shit. ]

Wait! Bluh, that's not what I meant! [ John runs up from behind, grabbing his shoulders. ] I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to make fun of you.

[He looks over his shoulders at John.]

You thtill did.