Morty watched Rick's reaction to his questions. He half-expected him to shrug him off or ignore him altogether, so he turned his head away just before Rick began to speak. Despite his attention being on the stars, Morty listened. He winced when he was told what had happened to his grandfather's friend, who he wasn't sure about either way. The guy seemed kind of weird. 

He looked over at Rick when he mentioned the council, and shrugged. "I-I guess." He was going to say something, particularly to joke about how well Rick's name could be used for anything. But he didn't get the chance, as the shift into a dive cut him off. His stomach lurched, and his face paled slightly at the shifting g-forces. "Ugh," he groaned. Something was off. He looked to Rick again, eyeing his ice cream cone. 

"Where'd you get that, anyway?" He gestured to the ice cream.