[ Nanu deadpans even as Wheatley struggles and shouts, ignoring whatever tiny pancake bits that happen to escape his mouth and hit the table. It's disgusting. This is disgusting. ]

The more you do it the more you'll like it, I promise.

[ Not really a promise. More a hope because he's not sure if he can take more than one evening of this. Trying to conceptualize whatever Wheatley is going through is too much caring for Nanu so he focuses his efforts on his own drink. ]

Probably setting you off on a bad precedent with sweet pancakes and other garbage food like this.

[ He remembers what it was like trying to get Acerola to eat vegetables after he'd already spoiled her with treats. Not a mistake he wanted to make again, but here they are. ]