Anti went back to his bag, thinking better of simply grabbing food off of the two's trays (or hands), but it had tasted really good. Chips. He needed to remember that.
But as it stood, things were Not Good. The guy-- Nightwing? -- and X didn't sound happy. Well, X did, but only in sound; Cake'd gotten a bit better at listening to words after... that. "Neh," The ex-heartless interrupted, talking around the plastic in his mouth, "You guy'th r'funneh."