"You brought a gift? How thoughtful!" Garrot chuckles before heading back into the kitchen. "You know," There's the sound of the fridge opening, and then water pouring into a glass. "I haven't gotten any gifts yet, I'm a little jealous!" And if Zafika is paying attention to the glitter, they'll notice it's suddenly gone, as if it never even existed.

Garrot returns to the dining room with a glass of water and a pitcher with more. And a chocolate milk mustache that his tongue just disposes of, like a dog. There are also some faint sparkles on his shoulder. The glass is casually placed down at Zafika's end of the table, with just a chipper little "Here you go!" before he sits back down where he was earlier. He is either oblivious or apathetic as he starts to scoop servings of the dish onto Zafika's plate, and then his own.