“Hm.” Sora gave an obligatory thoughtful noise as he was two forkfuls in the spaghetti about now. His eyes were trained on his plate and he was quite agreeable to anything, really, about now. So long as he could keep shoveling in that delicious, hot, meal! It’s been a while, it sure has been a long time. Papy almost reminded him of his mom, just a bit. Only with that talk of cleanliness before offering him this hot meal.

He wondered if Papy would like his mom’s cooking, or if they would have long discussions about how to prepare a meal — or, and at best, if they would both make a meal and let Sora be the taste tester for each of the dishes to be the judge! That would be extremely swell in his book, for sure.

“Hn..” He started before his mouth was empty and he swallowed quickly. “You know if there’s any bone-looking beasties around here.. besides you?”