"Oh! And then I'll wear my Stitch! And then, uh, Oliver is Jamba, Edwin is Pleakley, and Jack is Nani," Marco decided, laughing brightly. He liked his tent, and his pea pod, and all his gifts. Hadn't he started the day feeling uneasy? It was nice that that had changed.
This thing was for sure going in his tent when the others weren't in there.
"I don't need to be a bare taco," he told Juno. "Gimme the comforter, it can be cheese, and the pillows can be tomatoes and shit, and then Marco es taco." not that he gave her the chance, as he wiggled his way out of the pea pod and stood too. He didn't join the hug, though he had thought about it. "Thanks guys," he said softly. "Oliver, I got you a cactus because you should have something that's easier to take care of than I am," he added, smirking.