"Nice," is all Sollux says to that, the word accompanied by an extended trill in his native tongue. Apparently he was not judging when he asked that question. He pauses for a moment and then an excited realization comes across his face. "Oh man just a second I've got a thing for this."

He zip out of the door without waiting for further comment. It only takes him about thirty seconds to fly to his room, find what he needs, and then fly back. He's holding what appears to be a container of authentic maple syrup.