[ Gorgug walks to the couch, with the plan that he's going to put the tub of ice cream on the coffee table so that he can get the bottle of sauces out. That's the plan, but Gorgug catches sight of the little critter and--stops. Stares at it. Questioning internally where it came from, and thinking about Tatianna, but also--maybe it's Heather's pet from home? Maybe it was from the streets of Etraya?

...

He's not going to ask. He is not going to say anything. He will only squint at it briefly (in a very I'm watching you way) before resuming his actions, only delayed by a few seconds. Once Heather comes over, the makeshift coffee table is stuffed with sugar and bowls. ]

It's okay. I wasn't doing anything since I was texting you. [ And texting Heather is a good enough distraction on its own. He's sat now on the couch--not leaning back yet, since he plans to help Heather with the table goods. ] Do we start with sugar first, or salt? ...should we get weird and dip a chip into the ice cream? I think this is the kind of conversation where we need to get freaky with our food.

[ It's likely serious, what Heather wants to talk to him about, and Gorgug isn't taking that lightly. But maybe him being a goofball can help cheer up Heather some before she gets into it.

He will dip chips into ice cream. For her. ]