"Do you guys wanna straw for that? I could totally get you guys some straws. Even if you don't have lips, you can curl your tongue around and make a seal or whatever." He crouches down and crosses his arms on the table between them, clumsily.

"Oh man pancakes. I gotta get some. I need pancakes." He resists the urge to roll around on the floor. It's dirty, and all. "I guess I should get seated and stop bothering you guys." Pancakes are no fun alone, but he doesn't really want to cramp their animal monster style or anything. Maybe he'll get them to go and eat them on his way home.