"I could try, but no promises. I'm very good with my mouth, choking could prove difficult." And that lovely bit of intelligence provided, he happily swings himself over the back of the couch to take a seat next to her properly. ...And the couch kind of visibly sags under his disproportiate weight, which is a little weird, but okay.

"It's going to get cold," he says, a little disapprovingly. It's good food! You can't let good food get cold.