That was barely teasing to the young pig, at least compared to his siblings and their brand of teasing. Instead, he just smirked at the little joke, and snorted, playfully. Not too loud, but just to prove a point. Oink oink indeed.
"It is a weird name, I suppose. I imagine my parents got tired of picking them out after a while. I was the smallest, so that's what they called me." he shrugged, his space feeling generally returned to him. He wasn't exactly shy, but his fingers were slightly nervous. It took him a moment to realize that the cat- Kit, rather, wanted a handshake. Which he carefully grasped for, finding his wrist first, and then his hand. "You smell nicer than most cats do." he offered. Not that cats smelled bad per se, but this cat smelled particularly nice, and he wasn't going to complain.
His handshake was gentle- not a thing like his father's, who had an all-consuming, crushing sort of handshake that he bestowed upon people, but gentle and accepting. He smiled, and then brought up the little baggie of raspberries. "I've been looting around for a while, actually- so. Yes. But I found these, as well." he opened up the bag and displayed its contents. "Would you like some?"