Nita doesn't really need the Speech here, though--she can probably make a very accurate guess. Especially since he's got his brows furrowed down at the bat for the moment.

"You will explode." It's not so many words he gets, after all, considering he's an empath. And yet, he knows Cottonball's not hungry; it's just sheer greed and probably being spoiled that has her demanding what he made for Nita. Not that he's gonna give it to his familiar. She's adorable, but no.

"She's not supposed to have cream, though, but she would like to share with you," he says. "I already ate, though, so I probably shouldn't. I gotta keep my girlish figure somehow!" he blurts, striking a pose which, in truth, is entirely contrived to be silly and coax a smile from Nita. Though Xander turns serious enough almost immediately.

"Nita...what happened? I mean." He offers her the bowl, mostly to clear his hands, so he can gesture with them. Cottonball gets set on the top of his hands. "What did you do? I felt your anger..."

Xander looks pretty dejected, because he only got there in the aftermath, and there'd been such a crush of people, he'd stepped back to not be in the way. So he didn't have as many answers or as much knowledge as he'd like.