Lincoln nodded a little, and had his third bite of the oatmeal. This was the most he'd eaten in front of anyone since he'd gotten here. "Okay," he agreed, looking over at her, then down at the jar of oats he was eating, then back up at her.
"Can I eat more of this first?" he asked her, digging his spoon into it.
He thought about it and then said, "I can take it with us. I'll put on my shoes." Of course he knew that he was supposed to wear real clothes out and not just pajamas, but he didn't really care. Why bother?