If he knew, Horst would be pleased by the assertion that he didn't deserve to be made of trash (and of course, vain creature that he is, delighted by the assertion that he's attractive). Unfortunately, Horst can't read Metody's mind, nor even recognize that the person calling out to him is Metody Greeen, so he settles for something more neutral.

'More neutral' is snatching his own (smaller, mailbox-flag-sized) lollipop out of his wooden mouth and hiding it behind his back guiltily. No, he's not eating his own home. Definitely not. He definitely would not do that.

(Johannes is going to have a fit when he sees. Actually, where is Johannes? This entire candy situation is absolutely going to slay him, and come to think of it, Horst would very much like to see that.)

The effect of Horst's candy consumption is immediate, even if Horst himself can't see it. Having slightly rebuilt his precious corn syrup levels, a small amount of ice cream has begun to form on his face, shaping itself into facial features. Melty facial features, probably not yet recognizable as Horst Cabal, but at least a slightly less unnerving face than the one that had only been stained onto a flat wooden stick.

"Hello! It's Horst -- I was the tall fellow helping to lead the meeting? I'm afraid I can't tell who you are."