[Oh man, Rascal, that's adorable. York crosses his arms on the bed and rests his chin on them, grinning at the cute angry baby. Who's an adorable spikeball, youuuu are.]

Well, I dunno if he did it by himself, but he's the one who made the announcement, yeah. Blond skinny kid, real beanpole. Probably taller than me.

[He's quiet for a moment as D-2 tries to appease Rascal--candy, friend--then glances over at North.]

You sure you want to go, dude?

[He didn't, after all, hear those words out of North's mouth.]