[ At least they know how to stock their tables, if nothing else. It’s an impressive spread, which is saying something despite the fact that plenty of the food items there aren’t really any of his favorites. At least there isn’t any celery involved. Probably. Don’t make him eat his vegetables, young lady.

But if she’s uncertain about this whole making friends with strangers thing—she’s probably right, considering that he’s still pretty much a thug even if he’s a thug with a soft spot for girls. ]

I’ll try anything you want. [ But then he feels the need to be a responsible adult anyway: ]

Long as we don’t eat too much, anyway. Your parents might kill me if I let you eat too much of the sweets. [ But it’s implicit that he’s totally okay with gorging on crab. He’s certainly gonna. ]