Terrence probably would have ignored the apology, even if it had been offered. Words could be fun, but when it came to emotional shite, they pretty much failed. He was a fan of resolving issues without having to talk about them, though he was aware that didn't work for everyone. He returned the greeting with a grin, moving into the room. "Hey. Entertainment has arrived, my friend."
"This," he said, holding up the game box, "Is Candyland. I assume you've played? Well, playing it with me is different anyway, I like making up my own rules. And these," he said, setting down the game to hold up the crate, "Are my crabs. They've got hilarious names, and they're fun to race. I'll introduce you."
He set the crate down and picked the crabs up one by one to introduce them by name: Lord Tuffington von Hefferschtat, with the purple dot on his back; Sister Mary Catherine with the pink dot, who had once been a stripper named Candy Cane; Blue Balls, named for the blue dot on his back; red and green as Rudolph and Vixen Ho, respectively; and Bob Blitzen, yellow, who Terrence always introduced last because he found it hilarious. All sorts of complicated, fancy names... and Bob.
"So what's it going to be, mate? Candyland or crab racing?"