The sugary confection definitely had more interest for Kraglin that annoying the uptight bloke. He bit into the candy, those metal teeth proving more that decoration as they easily sheared through it. He rolled it in his mouth, waiting for any allergic reaction before deciding it must be safe and swallowing it down. "Not bad," he mumbled. "Prob'ly don't go off, neither. What?"

He contemplated it for a bit, eating the rest of the sweet. "... oooh, like a place where all these different dimensional existences can, whachacallit... meet for a singular shared reality." Looked and sounded like a backwards hick; was actually capable of maintaining and running hyper advanced technology and understanding the science to do so.

"Sure, him, Emperor Palpiteen." Kraglin, being marginally less of an asshole than Yondu was, was still an asshole. "Yeah, sure, whatever. I got arrested a lot, never sticks none." He stuck a finger in his ear, wriggling it about.

And then started laughing. It wasn't a pretty laugh. It involved some hacking and clutching his cybernetics, because laughing like that hurt a lot so soon after surgery, but this guy was hilarious. "Borrow you a starship? You're fuckin' hilarious, you should go on stage!"