[Eight swiping at his lettuce reminded them that they had still food to eat. Funny. In the Octodome they were taught not to waste anything, and here they were letting food get cold. They reach over to sloorp more of the smoothy.]

What, are you suggesting that I can't handle it? I'm an Elite Octoling too, you know. [Former. But still. Despite their words there was no annoyance. Just the usual Octarian pride which they are sure Eight would be able to see through.]

[A hand raises to their lips to get a small dribble of smoothy from the corner of their mouth before popping that in too.]

Yeah. "Do this. Go there. Eat now. Splat now. Go to sleep." You get wound up so tight you start to think they'll expect you to salute on the latrine. [Subtly, their eye shades drift toward the blended smoothie.] ...Kamabo Co. was worse, though.