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[hypertextualjuggler]

Oho, so it's more likely a culture gap thing! Marvus' theory moves from solely 'weirdo' to 'not originally human, might still be weirdo'. Someone from somewhere cookies are alive, apparently, which he might have found weirder before he saw what kind of Fiduspawn this place has.

"Oh, yeah, bud. No living cookies, as far as I've seen, though I'm p sure there's some sorta cake Pokemon if you're lookin' for baked goods with a measure of sentience. How long you been here? You try hot drinks yet? That's an easy fix for bein' cold."

[purifyingroots]

He nods thoughtfully at that. "I believe... I have heard of those. It's a relief that they don't seem to be at risk of being eaten here."

Millennial Tree Cookie smiles, as if Marvus has said something funny. "I have been here for only a short time." A great joke about his obscenely long lifetime that he has not even mentioned to this guy. "So far, I haven't tried much of a variety of this place's food and drinks, but I suppose I should... a hot drink does sound like a good solution."

[hypertextualjuggler]

Huh, a joke he's not in on. You get a decent amount of those at Clown Church, sure, but as one of the elder clowns still on Alternia, he's usually the keeper of the jokes. This is...kind of nostalgic. It'll probably be like this once he's offplanet.

Anyway, that's sidetracking from his actual goal here.

"Ever had chocolate? Or maybe you'd be more into hot bean or leaf fluid... You wanna come with me? There's a, cafe nearby, my treat. Seein' as you're new to it and this place an' all." A very brief pause before 'cafe' as Marvus makes sure he's not mixing up his highblood and lowblood slang. His instinct is to go lowblood for humans but they all use highblood slang for some reason?

Of course, this guy isn't a human anyway, as far as he can tell, so who knows what words will make the most sense to him. Best to just feel it out, probably.

[purifyingroots]

He brightens at the mention of something more familiar. "I have! The Cookies ensured I tried it, in my time among them."

Millennial Tree Cookie nods, after a moment of considering that offer. "I... believe I should have enough money to buy my own, but if you do wish to pay, I would appreciate the gesture."

Good news: A lot of words make a lot of sense to him. Even if his whole... vibe is as weird and distant as it is.

[hypertextualjuggler]

"It's no 'tin off my nub, bud-dee, I'm happy to buy you a drink. After all, you got no way of knowing for absolute sure if you'll like it." Marvus makes a showy beckoning gesture with a hand and starts off walking a bit sideways, keeping an eye on MT to check if he's following.

"I'm Marvus, bee tee dub. Are you sayin' you're pals with sentient cookies? How big we talking?"

[purifyingroots]

Okay, so, remember how he knows a lot of words? It might not be enough, because about a third of what was just said, he can only guess at. He can gather the important information, but he's definitely making sort of a troubled face, like a somewhat out-of-touch dad trying to piece together recent slang. Which is, in fact, more or less what is happening.

He follows Marvus readily (making sure, in turn, that his Mudbray has seen he's leaving and is coming along), and... hm, that's something else to consider, he supposes. The recent amendment to his name doesn't quite apply anymore... but, then, neither does his name before that point. And neither quite fits within human naming conventions... ah, he'll have to find a solution to that at some point.

In the meantime, he doesn't seem to be too concerned with answering.

"I suppose they would be..." He thinks for a moment, going over his memories of humans' sizes, compared to Cookies'. He lets go of his own shoulders long enough to hold up his hands, about three inches apart. "Roughly this size."