[Glancing sideways, Dave pauses because...yeah, that's a talking cat.

And then even with the shades hiding half his face, you can practically see the moment he decides okay yeah not the weirdest shit I've ever seen and just looks back to the marker without fanfare.]

Give the lil dude a break, he's doing the best he can. It's hard enough out here for a sentient writing utensil without some pencilneck swatting at you like a goddamn fly. Sometimes you just gotta do what you can, and all you can do is the living marker equivalant of art therapy.