Captain turned a stern look on the shattered remains, waiting for some kind of alternate result. They took a stab at demanding pointing, but still the mug refused to come together, or to be anything other than the scattered remains of a poor quality replica. Waggling their finger impotently, Captain finally turned his gaze on Snippy. It was a look that the shorter human had been spared for much of their time together, but one that he might otherwise feel was familiar: keen study paired complacent patience. The Captain didn't have to say anything -- as per Snippy's true wish -- but they did discover something as the man looked about.

"Aha!" they boomed, forgetting themselves as they withdrew the straw from its catchment on the tines of the jack at the back of his head. Luckily, they slipped it in under the neckline of their uppermost layer as though it had never existed to begin with.