[Dandy hesitates, noting the warmth in the atmosphere, and their connection despite the coldness of this place and its harsh realities. In any other company, his lips would be airtight. He would be reluctant to confess this in any other situation, but somehow, finally, he has encountered another being like himself.

The kind of entity that is so rare, some people would call them gods.

Dandy reaches a finger out to to tap the globe himself, drawing his own circle around one of the falling pieces of confetti.]

I think I get what you mean.

When I start feelin' empty inside, I try to focus on the sparkles.

[His lips turn upwards into a gentle grin.]

Not the whole damn globe, not the big, bulgey-ass universe with it's weirdo pocket dimensions, but the stars and shit! Or, well, whatever constellation is close enough. Sometimes it's a set of ass-moles that look like the Milky Way! Go figure.

Other times, it's the snot-bubbles comin' out of an ugly critter's nose.

[He means Meow, specifically.]

It can all sound pretty dumb, but.

I kinda think that's what makes life worth livin'. You focus on all the galaxy brain goop, and you'll just rot your mind. What's the harm in appreciating what people don't usually think is big n' grand?

Funny enough, it kinda makes it grander.