"Your tongue is already pink," he pointed out. "Actually more red, I guess." His nose scrunched up as he considered the true color of a tongue. "I mean, I guess it is a very dark pink or very light red except some people have different shades..." He stopped talking when he realized she likely wasn't interested in what he was saying. Sometimes he just got carried away with a thought. He shoved more candy into his mouth. "Wouldn't that be brilliant?" He asked. "If it rained chocolate? Or sugar quills just went flying by?"