"What was that?" Mayday is very good a babbling but not very good at interpreting it.

Wedging the hose into the vent so it can keep rinsing Pipes out while he fetches other supplies, Mayday holds up a a bottle of spray soap and a sponge.

"Um, want me to clean you up while you're here?"

His cheeks are glowing a little. This may or may not have anything to do with the pollen. Mayday may just have a cleaning kink.