[ You're right, Robby does deserve to tease an old man with his own words. Constantly.

But as Mister LaRusso speaks on, Robby does finally lift his head from the man's shoulder to look at him, if with a shy gaze he needs to battle with. There's some colour to his cheeks, though there isn't anything like tears that can be found. But he hums what's more of a huff, giving the man a lopsided smile. ]

Thanks. I dunno if I forgive you for trying that, buuut.... I'll think about it come dinnertime. I got you a bunch of stuff to play with, too.

[ Truly, Mister LaRusso's cooking skills will decide his fate over doubting Robby's feelings. But he looks over to the crate now that's been rather forgotten on the kitchen counter behind them with its assortment of foods.

(...nevermind the cookies that have also probably been forgotten. For five minutes, yes, but do you trust unsupervised cookies to not burn??) ]