I am the eater of worlds.

“Oh.” And his face falls upon hearing that he has failed completely and utterly to razz any berries. It’s not as big of a deal as he’s making it out to be. Nonetheless, he still acts as though it’s the biggest, saddest thing he has ever heard. 

Eventually, his face twists into a pout. This is all for show, and boy howdy, is he a good actor. One may actually think him to be genuinely upset, which is all part of the fun. And, with that in mind, he spits back, “Well, what would impress you, dreamboat?” 

His head tilts slightly, a smile twitching itself away at being called dreamboat, assessing how upset Jake actually is by his pronouncement that he isn't really impressed by the success with the cat. This has the feeling of a trolling. Regardless, it's a good performance. There is a reason the guy has gotten where he is with this particular talent.

Regardless of the veracity of the unspoken claim that he is crushed by this, Dirk decides to go ahead and give a genuinely thought out answer. "A single pass petting is about what one would expect if you get close enough that it is even a possibility. With patience, most people can achieve that. Now if you'd come here with a stole or a hat that's suspiciously feline in nature, my berries would be so razzed there would be berry juice everywhere."

As still as ever, Jake awaits the final verdict on the edge of the seat he is currently not sitting on. His eyebrows are furrowing together more and more as he waits, bordering on nervous, as though this were a life or death situation. Of course, he’s hoping for that sweet, sweet validity. If he can get his hands on it, all the better.

When the results are in and he’s dubbed valid, he lets out a sigh of relief which quickly turns into laughter. A hand lands on his stomach as he bends over, letting all the nerves and anxiety he felt wash away. Granted, a good portion of the laugh is him laughing at himself for getting so worked-up, which is always a bit fun to do.

“Hoo!” leaves him as he stands back up in an attempt to catch his breath. “Thank Heaven’s! I knew I’d razz your berries in the end.” No, he didn’t, but he’s going to pretend he did, even going so far as to playfully nudge the guy.

“Well, many thanks for the validity. I’ll keep this in my pocket forever more.” This is just him unsure what to do at this point, but this entire thing is so silly, he pats his shirt’s pocket, making sure to squeeze every ounce of silliness he can from the situation. Where would the fur be if he didn’t?

Holy crap he is way too on edge just to find out whether his story makes him valid. If it wasn't for the fact he was basing it solely off of cold, hard logic, he might be inclined to mess with the guy and tell him something other than what he really thought. Fortunately for Jake, he chooses not to do that.

His mouth quirks up a bit, finding the complete hilarity with which the situation is being greeted to be amusing as well. It's not bend in half, laugh until you wheeze hilarious, but it is a bit funny. He nudges back. "Oh hell no. My berries were not even remotely razzed. They are the most placid, unrazzed berries to ever pop off the berry bush." Or maybe unrazzed ones are the ones that stay on it. He isn't actually sure. Does it really even matter? Probably not.

Harley would soon pick up each puppet and begin petting them, giggling at the design this person makes. She loves them! She loves all of them. Words would soon fade out as Harley would focus on the puppet, but she still listens. She gasps as she hears that the guy would make one for her. It’s something that…. Harley would never think of. She does love them and would love to keep them, but never think that someone would willing to make one. She could just cry thinking of it. Dolls, Puppets, and stuffed animals were something she cherished and love. Having a new family to her collection would again bring her tears of joy.

“I would love to have one!!! I can also make a doll for you!” She gasps again as she covers her mouth with her hands but then begins giggling clapping her hands. “We can even do an art trade! You make me a puppet for me and I can make a doll for you! Oh, it’s going to be so much fun!” Harley was loving the idea of it, maybe too much as she is being a bit hyperactivity.

Harley giggling over the puppets is the picture of cute. It's definitely better than some of the horrified reactions other people have had to their whimsical design. Or what he thinks is whimsical anyway. It has become apparent not everyone appreciates his aesthetic, regardless of whether they truly understood the idea or not.