"Plenty visit out of how many?" Myron asked with a glance back over his shoulder. It did seem far too often, but Myron generally took it in stride. Not without some ribbing to go along with, of course, because he wasn't going to be cowed by someon's crabby mood... or by much of anything, really.
"And yet they secretly make you glow with pleasure inside," he guessed. Or made up. "Every time you hear 'Donny'. Or 'Donna'." Depending on what sort of mood he was in. Sometimes even fancier versions of his name if he was feeling particularly ambitious. Only 'Don' when he was feeling very l;azy.
"But we do have magic," he pointed out. "So really, no harm in the end. And we made beautiful art. Which I do hope you hung on your fridge for weeks and weeks to come."
He knocked his free hand against his forehead in a casual sort of saulte. "Aye aye. Daddy Helper Myron at your service." His attention returned to the triplets who were snatching the chocolate and leaving him with just smudges in his palm.
"Aww, isn't that sweet," he snorted as the leader of the trio offered the sopping, sticky treat to Don. And then over to him.. which was less sweet, by his measure. Especially as he had pokey fingers aiming at his mouth. "I've fingers myself, you know," he said, although talking really just ended up with his mouth open so the chocolate could be popped in.
"Mmph. Well wasn't that nice of you. Getting it softened up for me," he said, shaking his head, not sure if he wanted to laugh or gag a little bit. But, the chocolate was in his mouth so he decided to chew and swallow. Don probably wouldn't appreciate him spitting it onto the floor.