That made him laugh, but he wasn't sure if it sounded as real as he wanted it to. It sounded a bit off to his ears, but Kevin didn't know what his real laugh sounded like, so maybe he wouldn't recognize the difference. He needed to work on that. Especially since Dennis would know the difference. He couldn't stress Dennis out more.
"How long does it take to process the information needed," he asked quietly, a small smile starting to form on his lips. This felt unnatural. He'd always been easy with smiles and laughter, and now they both felt so...strange. He didn't like it. "Kevinistanotopia. That is actually a really long name. Maybe not. What sort of tea do we have? Do you want me to make it? It's the only thing I'm allowed near the stove to make. Sometimes I'm allowed to make toast...but I always burn it..."