You've given me a lot that I've never had before. [ K's voice is quiet but his gratitude is obvious as he carefully leans into Tech Boy, still concentrating on the little figures he's making. But he does spare a cautious upward glance to take in his expression before continuing his lean, until he sort of just tips into Tech Boy's lap, consciously trying to let go of the tension from the last few minutes. It'll probably make both of them feel better. And if he's going to be stuck in this diminutive form, he might as well find ways to enjoy it.

What snack food would I be named after? He looks amused at the thought while also idly wondering how hard it'd be convincing Tech Boy to give him a piggyback ride. ]

What about pet names? [ He asks aloud. Realising he may need to specify the kind he means: ] Terms of endearment. Do you mind if I use them with you? [ Because it seems better to ask before dropping all the darling, sweetheart, and other gooey sentimental pet names that he's already been thinking of Tech Boy by, in case he does mind. Planning ahead for whenever he regains his usual form...

After experimentally triggering the spring mechanism in the legs of one frog, it "jumps" out of his hands and by pure, extremely unfortunate coincidence, gets caught in Tech Boy's poor abused hair. Eyes widening, K covers his mouth and attempts to mask his laugh by clearing his throat. ]