[ Daryl's scoff sounds far more amused and well-meaning than even Daryl expects it to, despite how he's laughing at Kelson. He shakes his head, snorting out another laugh like the longer the introduction sits on the air, the funnier it becomes. Man, he needed that. Daryl has at least reached the point where he sort of doesn't think the kid is really crazy or lying to himself, but... It just sounds so ridiculous. So removed from Daryl's realm of understanding. So impossible. ]

Sure you are, kid. An' I'm the King of England.

[ Daryl's eyebrows tick back down into a frown again though and he gives Kelson a look that clearly says 'why wouldn't I be looking at you like this?' He squats down to close the bag, shaking the cans around until he can fit the last few in. He's not sure what type of trash exactly that he looks like to Kelson, but he's sure they're all close enough that it would make no matter if he knew or not. Daryl has never given anyone a good first impression. He tries not to let it bother him. ]

Don't care what you think you are. You're just a kid. An' it shows.

[ A kid that's appearing to be having trouble taking care of himself, though. That bothers Daryl, and it makes him pause when Kelson gestures with the can of dog food again. He looks at the guy a little blankly from where he's crouched on the floor. Thinking. Considering him. ]

I mean, you can. If you gotta. I'd pick somethin' else if it's there, though. [ And there's plenty still on the shelves, so Daryl gestures to them with a shrug of his shoulder. ] Y'know. If you can figure out the pictures. [ He says it wryly, almost daring the kid to ask him for help. He's not sure if he's offering or not. But if he is, it sounds more like an insult than an offered branch. ]