[Thanks, Wolfram will take jam, jam, and more jam with his pancakes, piling it on in nice, fat blobs with the addition of the spoonful that Red already put on his plate. Someone's got a bit of a sweet tooth.
Wolfram's looking at his meal instead of wherever Red's calling to, determined to get a perfect pile of jam over the pancakes.] Xi...? What are you saying?
[Wolfram finally glances over and goodness gracious; thankfully he drops the spoon right back into the jam jar instead of letting it clatter to the floor.] What are those things?
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Wolfram's looking at his meal instead of wherever Red's calling to, determined to get a perfect pile of jam over the pancakes.] Xi...? What are you saying?
[Wolfram finally glances over and goodness gracious; thankfully he drops the spoon right back into the jam jar instead of letting it clatter to the floor.] What are those things?
[Yes rude he's calling them things-]