[He'd love that! All the junk food. On the bright side this means whenever he gets worried about Pratt not eating enough, he will be bringing him lunchboxes with these snacks specifically.]

Helicoptor. What's the difference?

Hmmm. I wonder if American horses are more skittish than the ones we've been breeding since the Mongol invasion. Perhaps they get inured to the chaos after so much war. Or I naturally terrify them. It could be that. [He doesn't. He only terrifies people who don't know him, only his reputation, and cannot terrify a rabbit. Just ask Klaus.]

And it tastes good? How are there so many different kinds? [Definitely putting beef jerky in every bento box for Pratt from here to forever now.]