She was about to say as much before his addendum. Dave's lucky Connie's got a bit of a soft spot for kids who can deadpan like nobody's business. And also dorks. She knows one when she sees one. Also might be one herself.

"Alright, I get it. Give me a minute."

Shaking her head she walks away from the sofa to start assembling three plates of snacks. A quick note is written out for the plate laden with pineapple pizza, an apple bunny and whatever chocolates are around for Grif before she returns with two other plates of snacks balanced on one hand while holding a couple of juice boxes in the other. She offers the apple juice over first.

"Here. One of the plates is mine."