[Sorry, sorry, Marco. Sorry. He smirked at all that, shaking his head and reaching down to pet duckies again.]

I'm just messing with you. I might not get it like you do, but I can feel it. Don't care much for it. But it doesn't bother me.

[honestly, he didn't spend a hour just chilling with a bear all motherly---er fatherly or anything. Actually, it was just chilling, thanks]

[pause...] thatch isn't making flower leis too, is he?