"Well hello," he said, his smile not quite reaching his eyes. His gaze was far too preoccupied to bother with sincerity -- it kept drawing to her horns. Curious, how they seemed to come in various shapes and sizes, from the very few samples he had observed. Eddie had wondered what Eridan's might look like, and if that perhaps had any weight on the boy's tendency to overcompensate.

It was a thought he couldn't help.

"Shall I get you a seat?" Normally he wouldn't offer, but Terezi was a young girl with an overeager stick. Part of Eddie feared for his own ankles.