Klonoa steps over to the enormous near-vat levels of spaghetti, looking quite impress and displaying remarkable restraint in ensuring that his ears don't fall into any of the dishes.

"Ah.. were we supposed to bring you something? ..Sorry, Kuja. I don't think I really have anything on me right now."

He says, before smiling. "Can we see the dragon, though? What did you say their name was again?"