[friends share things. apparently? he doesn't touch the mug again. the marshmallows continue to melt within its chocolatey depths.]

Oh, yeah. It's. Yeah. [he's still slowly collecting himself, but now that they're swapping away from this weird conversation, he's gaining confidence again.] Yeah, you should be excited! It's going to slap extremely hard.

[he's on his feet, and actually rifling through the kitchen drawers.]

I can't wait to see the look on your face when it's done!