Tch, I know.

[If there is one of the few things the brothers can agree on, it's their distaste for oatmeal. Pokey's just as disgusted by the prospect as Picky is.

He nods a bit, rolling his eyes.]

Oh, for-

It doesn't have to be anything amazing. Just call yourself the first thing that comes to mind.

[Pokey gives off an exaggerated sigh, his whole head rolling in response to that question. But really?

There was nothing he wanted to do more.]

I guess. Sometimes.