"Alright then," Ivar says. His tone may be neutral, but the expression on his face suggests he might think Stan's a bit of a wimp. That's alright. Ivar's just the sort of person to help wimps get a little bit braver.

He holds out the sugar cube to Skinfaxi, who takes it delicately between his lips before crunching down on it with his horsey teeth. Sprig has a definite pout on his face, so Ivar hands one to him as well. Sprig is about to stick the whole thing in his mouth when he notices Stan. He floats over to him, up to eye level, breaking the sugar cube in half. "Phantump?" He asks, holding out one of the halves with his stubby little shadow arms.

Ivar grins. "He's asking if you want to share. Apparently, the little glutton has finally learned some manners."