"Well, no arguments there. Except the delicate part. Something tells me you're anything but delicate, my dear." Another cheeky grin, bright and big, teasing and light. Kell snorted out a laugh - which, bad idea while stretched out on his back, but whatever - "And what could you have in common with raccoons?" He eyed her over, one eyebrow raised far too high in disbelief. "...Is it eating trash? I feel like its eating trash, since you were willing to eat me. Or..." he pulled a hand from behind his head to rub at his chin, mock-brainstorming (and possibly mimicking her. Just a bit), "Is it the grabby-hands?"
He wasn't even going to dignify the spiritual waddling thing with a response, instead turning up his nose with a huff at the ridiculousness of it al...Okay, actually, he couldn't let that lie, "It does not - no. No. What does that even mean?" He demanded, fighting back a grin. "You normally get outrun by waddlers do you? To have that much of an attachment to them..." He shrugged, as if to say what can you do?