[He would still love Carlos even if he offended him. Cecil loves Carlos in spite of the fact that he chews a little too loudly and sometimes puts Science first. Loves him even though he often seems to have great difficulty understanding how things work in Night Vale and insists that Science is a serious vocation and mountains are a thing. Nobody's perfect in everything, and it's accepting their flaws that makes them perfect anyway. So now the broadcaster only leans forward, every inch of him listening with rapt attention, nodding as the conversation seems to dictate before responding himself, brightly.]

Well then it's a very good thing you have me in your life to help you avoid such a horrible tragedy, isn't it? It wouldn't be very good for anyone if I let Night Vale's resident scientist wander off somewhere potentially horrifying and dangerous.

[Because apparently, as far as Cecil is concerned, anyway, there's only one scientist.]

Like the woods, for example. Who knows what lurks in there, and after that nasty business at the bowling alley...

[He's incredibly sad for a moment, as if he died after all, but no, that was averted.

He pauses in thought for a long moment, considering, then, hopeful:]

Maybe...we could try to make a map ourselves? It can't be too difficult, can it? It's kind of...science-y, right?