Omega pours them both iced tea, because this is his life now, taking advice from a centuries-old cartoon. Tea is supposed to make everything better, yes?

He sits down across from Delta and slides over one of the glasses. "I don't either, sparkles. Did he say anything when you were talking to him?"

This is not a problem that can be fixed with tea and cookies. Omega can't even see the problem here. Delta met a nice guy, nice guy paid for his helmet repair, saved them some money. York picking up the tab for any future repairs is a little weird, but as long as he doesn't know where they live or creep Delta out, Omega doesn't see the harm.

"Maybe he doesn't like to talk to people either."