"Butterfly makes no fucking sense," Felix pointed out, as if the nonsensical naming convention offended him a little bit. And the fact that it absolutely did sound like a Pam word was something he was going to dutifully ignore for the moment. "And I'll know where you got it from. Just peel my poor, fragile fucking credibility off my bones, Pam."
After the affectionate pat, and post-hug he tried not to think about whether or not there were little bits of Pam all over him now, the memory from the day before still lingering close, or how weird a question that would be to ask absent of any kind of context. Or even with context. Pam's question felt oddly familiar, though, and he remembered that something similar had come up the night of the monsters, except with dinosaurs. And once again he really felt like he hadn't had much of a childhood if these were supposed to be normal kid things.
"Nah, I mean-" he paused before admitting that there had been bugs, but a regularly occurring apartment infestation wasn't exactly a hobby. "No more than usual, anyway. I wasn't a creeper like sticking magnifying glasses on ants or anything, but I poked a few ant hills in my day just to see how many would come out to fix it. That kind of shit." He raised his spoon to his mouth again, starting to chew as his phone pinged, and he glanced down to check the newest message, only for him to slightly choke at Lennon's surprisingly ecstatic reply, catching himself before he made too much of a mess and ignoring the fact that his face felt weirdly hot." Sorry. Uh...so bugs aren't cool enough to make it on the animal expertise list? Figured you'd be the pro here."