"Hm? Oh, yeah. I said..." It was then Pumbaa's words finally registered into the meerkats head. It was indeed late seeing as he was already responding. But better late than never... Except maybe in this case. Timon brought his paw over his face in disbelief, muttering what could easily of passed as an 'oy'. He then began rubbing his temples.

"Pumbaa," the redhead began once again. "please tell me you're not trying to avoid disappearing by thinking only on that. When I said think really hard, I didn't mean now. It was just one of those... When the time comes things or something. It was just supposed to make you feel better. -I mean, not that it won't work. Just make you feel better like getting something to eat. ...which was what I was talking about to make you feel better. I know you've gotta be starved. There's that festival coming up, they'll have all the eats you could ever dream of. Whaddyeah say, pal?"

Sharing an assuring smile with his companion, Timon hoped his slip of words was easily covered by his interest in getting something to eat from the upcoming festival. Food was able to distracted him, hopefully it would work the same for Pumbaa. Keeping the warthog satisfied was one of his top priority's, right after himself, of course. They weren't supposed to worry, right?