The boy is watching it all so intently. In fact, the way he stands there right next to the machine and stares at it is very reminiscent of a dog at attention - truly living up to his pup nickname over here. All that's missing is a wagging tail to show his excitement, even though he's standing there so still while he's paying attention to how Roland gets some of this sweet, sweet surgary goodness.

(It's even in the air! Everytime Inigo sniffs, he gets a whiff of it, and it only serves to make him more excited. As if sugar in the air is giving him a sugar high all by itself.)

"Okay, okay, here I go."

Even the way he speaks is filled with that excited tone, with energy only half-contained, starting to spill out. Thankfully he's good enough at following the other's example to keep this attempt at grabbing cotton candy from the machine from becoming a total disaster, and once he's gathered some on his cone, he pulls it back.

And puts a small part of it in his mouth.

There's a pause, a moment of nothing.. But then his eyes go wide, and he makes a small jump of joy on the spot, betraying a youthfulness perhaps even beyond his actual age.

"It's so yummy!" Half muffled, since he's already put more of it into his mouth at this point, but easy enough to decypher. "Father, I'm going to have this instead of regular food from now on!"