Radar lets out a tiny squeak that comes pretty close to matching Patty's, so startled that he almost forgets to keep crying. Owlishly, he blinks at the blurry, teal, vaguely monkey-shaped blob as she smushes his face between her hands. Maybe he should put his glasses back on, even if he's gonna have to take them off in five seconds to wipe more tears off his face?

"Okay," he mumbles, without much gumption. "...Aren't those the little green things you put on fish? What's that got to do with anything?"

(Capers, Radar. Those are capers.)