Rai, characteristically, doesn't respond.
"He's gonna go ask for some child support fees," Hitan elaborates, sounding like he's chewing on something. "From Mr. Hot n' Stuffs."

"Mr. Hot n' Stuffs," he answers helpfully, immediately dropping his role as elaborator. "Or maybe it was Mr. Hots n' Stuff. I forgot which."

"I don't like forgetting stuff," he explains, as if that actually explains anything or is helpful either.

Love how Rai's just. Walking away.
"Mr. Hots n' Stuff," he reminds her.

"I don't know. Do you?" he asks cheerily. The thing is that Hitan isn't following her and Rai, so he's just progressively getting louder and louder as the other two move away from him. 

"Yeah, I don't know why his family chose that name," he agrees(?). "It sounds like a brand of chips."

Rai plugs in his headphones, or something. He does something with his hands.
"His name is weird," Hitan says with a nod, apparently understanding her reaction more this time.

"He's not poor."

"He has a lot of stuff," he continues, not responding to the label of "idiot." "Maybe someone gives him an allowance or something."

"I think that's pretty straightforward, too," he responds, which would have been somewhat thoughtful had he not been shouting it in relative proximity to a house with sleeping inhabitants. 

"I dunno." He smiles at her, a little blearily. Despite all of his behavior, it seems that he hasn't necessarily woken up. "I don't think you've been there yourself, so probably nothing else."

He nods, agreeing with her for once. "I was."