There's a kind of tension that builds in Dirk when Emet smiles at him like that while he talks, a combination of the awareness that he's being judged and the private fervor of knowing he's right, with the accompanying need to make that known.

It doesn't show, he's pretty sure, because no one else has ever commented on moments like it, not in any physical terms anyway. But there's a kind of relief, like a knot untied, when he gets actual agreement.

Which he can assume also doesn't show as he hands the eye-searingly yellow and candy corn orange plush to his partner, ass first. Its long, springy legs jut out in either direction as he does; it doesn't really stare back at him, though, since its eyes are in fact focused in two distinctly different directions, albeit oriented vaguely upwards.

He barely waits for Emet to take the little guy, though, before he's already looking for another one.

"Oh yeah? I mean, I'm not surprised," he's saying when he finds it--propped up in a corner and drops the lone sky-blue eye on the edge of the table to retrieve a long-limbed wide-eyed rod-and-mouth puppet that he supports briefly in the crook of his arm before he gets his hand inside its torso and can demonstrate it properly. The puppet turns its head to regard him, and then to regard Emet before nodding vigorously in agreement, like it too was expecting this piece of information, all the while Dirk's own face fails to emote at all.

"But I'd love to hear about them." Then, in case that somehow wasn't clear, he adds, "I mean that."