(Why did I decide to write so much? I could have just said Kalib talked a bunch, couldn't I have? Ah... Anyways, enjoy his rambling! Or don't. I can give a synopsis.
1. Kalib answers the question. 2. He also brushes over the topics of why he doesn't like living with a super smart group, his family (boasts that his sister is the best sibling anyone could ever have and compares her to Grey) and the fact that he can't do a cartwheel at the moment because of his arrows and injury (though he quickly moves past that). 3. Since he's been bouncing around too much, he looses steam and crashlands on planet Aryn on his way to galaxy Grey. 4. Kalib complains that it is too early in the morning for his loosing energy to happen.)

Kalib bounces in surprise when Aryn gives him a question, but his shock is soon replaced with excitement. "My favorite food? That's like asking... Give me a moment to choose an simile..." He pulls an imaginary piece of paper out of the air and pretends to read it, "That's like asking a turtle to live without its shell. Hmmm I bet I got better ones somewhere, I just can't find them. Hey, fun fact, did you know that turtles spines are part of their shells? Yes, you probably did. Thats the disadvantage of living with a smart group. No new facts for you guys while I learn everything. Also, no, I do not like to eat turtles. I don't like seafood much either, but I can eat sushi just fine. I enjoy mashed potatoes, horchata, annnnnnnnnnnnd my mothers pomegranate jam - especially if it's on top of toast. Nobody can make pomegranate jam like my mother. My father and childhood friend have tried; they're not as good. My mother left before I did, haha... She disappeared without her crossbow and any clue on where she went or what adventure she headed off on. I still wish she took me along." Kalibs energy takes a dive before he forces it to go back up as he continues, rambling on.

"Hopefully her adventure didn't take her on more airplanes because my journey takes me on a lot of them. The worst thing is that she hasn't spoken to me at all or updated me on her status on whether she's alive or not. I write letters to my family and the only person I receive letters from is my sister..." He laughs as he cuts himself off. He rubs his arms as if cold. Kalib starts to bounce even more energetically forward even though he looks like hes wearing himself out. He backs away from the topic, and takes a deep breath to dive back into talking.

With a grin, he makes a bold statement, "I'm sorry, Virgil and Maddy, but I've got the best sibling ever. You know, Grey sort of reminds me of Juniper: quiet, observant, and smart. Another random thing: I want to do a cartwheel right now, but I know I can't because I could scatter my arrows, fall on my crossbow, or mess up my forearm even more - I mean, I'm completely fine, the first two are more important. I don't want to run out of ammunition before we might need it. Another thing I bet you didn't know is that I can make a great impression of everyone in our group." Kalib proceeds to be very quiet for about half of the group. He gets bored halfway and then reminds everyone that he doesn't want to have to be quiet for the whole meeting but also doesn't want to make a bad impression on people because he's not smart and all that. He ends up going on a tangent about how he could technically be making a fool of himself right now and whether he really cared about it but didn't want to have others judge the rest in the group because of his actions so he quieted down for a little bit. By this time, he's barely getting himself to walk normally and not drag himself over to the place they need to be.

He tries to head back to Grey, but ends up crashing into Aryn half way. He doesn't make a move to step away from the Harbinger of Chaos until he has gathered enough energy to make the trip back to Grey and then continue to absorb energy at his counterparts side.

"It's too early in the day for this." Kalib mutters as he leans against Aryn.

Grey is unable to contain himself. He tries to hold back, but bursts out laughing so hard, he's starting to tear up. It's surprising to the rest, as you realize Grey has never cracked through his cold persona in front of them.
Well! There's number three on Kalib's list of 'Times I made Grey laugh'.

Virgil sighed after hearing Kalib talking and scratched the back of his head. He signed, "Maddy and I only recently found out that we were siblings after I said that it's funny how we look like twins but I am a year older then her."

Kalib looks up at Grey from his spot and finds himself grinning, unable to keep himself from smiling in the face of Grey's cheer. It felt good and satisfying to know he had brightened someone's day. Especially if it is Grey's. Getting Grey to laugh again has been an success! Not that he had been trying to get Grey to laugh at the moment...
Kalib's grin is short lived as he continues to rest his head against Aryn, too worn out to do much else than focus on putting one foot in front of the other and failing to ignore the stabbing pain in his side that came from a cramp he had somehow gotten from talking and bouncing for too long.
Kalib doesn't notice Virgil's signing, unfortunately. If it was any other situation, he probably would have and made haste to reply. At the moment, he's busy making sure he doesn't trip on his own feet as well as soaking in everyone's energy.

She smirked at the all mighty talkative person, personally she didn't have anything against them they were very entertaining than quiet people, sometimes if she gets really hyper she would do the same thing so she just listened

Oris chuckle a bit at Kalib's antics, it may not have been the primitive harbinger's goal but he could be quite funny at time. The harbinger of peace didn't miss the part where the talkative harbinger had mentioned his forearm. " If you are hurt Kalib, i have some first aids suplies for this kind of situation if you nead those."

It takes Kalib a moment to fully realize that Aryn is asking him another question. Usually, when people ask a question and get a big block of words, they don't ask any more questions. He hesitates, "You're asking me, the lowly court jester, if I want a sip of your revered magic potions that you can conjure from seemingly nowhere? Yessss!" He laughs softly, accepting the energy drink and taking a sip. He looks tempted to drink the rest of the drink while he had it, but he returns the drink back to its rightful owner with a hum of thanks before he could take more than a sip and possibly destroy the little bit of trust the group had in him.
Kalib glances towards Oris when he speaks to him. It's hard to tell if he's more surprised that Oris had caught that or that he had offered his help. "You...?" He nervously tugs the sleeve of his hoodie down further before stuffing his hands in his pockets. "It's ok... I'll be just fine. It's not that bad. I should be fine. Yup. Should heal by itself. Nothing too bad. It can't be too bad. It'll be ok, yes. Just fine..." He echoes himself, nodding.

Virgil narrows his eyes at Kalib and gently grabbed the hurt forearm and takes a look at the wound. "Oris I don't trust this can you wrap it up so it won't get infected?" Virgil said out loud after figuring out that Oris doesn't know all of the sign language. He gave Kalib a look that said, "you should have told someone sooner and no complaining,"

" No wories, i'll take care of that Virgil." Oris had to admit, Kalib's reaction to his question was worying if not a bit hurtfull but he didn't let it affect him. "It's alright Kalib, i promiss not to juge you for it, i may have a mean bark at time but it take a lot for me to actualy bite. The things outside wont be so kind tho so it's best to patch you up to avoid you catching somthing nasty from them."