"Hello, Poe. 622," Rex says, nodding at the two of them and, taking the cue, strides over. He doesn't intend to stay past his welcome (which may mean not approaching at all, he acknowledges, but he's not about to see them strolling about together and not make himself known) but he'll at least stay long enough to say hello and try to suss out the situation.

He glances at the puff of pink fluff dubiously, then shakes his head. "I'm fine, thank you. Can't say I've developed much of a taste for sugar since I've been here - you enjoy it, though. Did the two of you come here together?"