Marco didn't know who Shark was, or why Felix was so excited about the gross looking cookie bites, but he wasn't about to bring the guy down when he seemed so happy with what he'd gotten. Getting a punishment for not following through on his end made sense, and didn't seem worth it for a soda. "Are they cookies?" he finally asked.
He looked to the soda machine again, wanting to repay Felix, but unsure of what the hell he had to offer. "He's a really good artist," he said as he thought. "I used to have, um, a caricature from him, of him and Juno telling me all the steps of my morning routine? I left it at the house, but I shouldn't have. It was really cool." He scratched his head and squinted at the machine. "We should probably see what the least we can do is with this thing is, right? Or, um... I don't know. You think there's a limit?"