He hates having to rely on charity for proper food, but for some reason the drone family this place placed him with seems to assume that he prefers five times processed pebbles and refuse meat covered in gooey sauce over actual, proper meat. Or even other proper foods.

And while to a degree he can feed himself - there are "adorable bunnies" in the park that are surprisingly clean, and he can break into the butcher's at night without much of a problem - dropping by Torin's place makes things easier. But it's still a weird way of acquiring food. It reminds him unfortunately of his childhood. But he's found a way around that feeling, at least.

"Only if you're going to eat, too. I can wait."

He flops down on the ground, watching Torin bustle about his tree.