Kratos didn't even hesitate, he simply offered Nike the entire half a biscuit that Bia had given him. What else was he going to do? Eat it in front of his sister? Even if he was that selfish, there was still just something about his older sister that made you want to give her what she wanted. Which wasn't to say she couldn't kick ass and win over ridiculous odds, he'd seen her do it, but sometimes she just won because, well, because she did.
He didn't really have time to mourn the loss of his biscuit before Bia was latching onto him like a little spider monkey. If they were back home, he'd have hoisted her up with his arm, tucking her against his hip like a sack of potatoes, holding onto her while she squirmed around. It was always fun to tussle with Bia, because she was one of the few he knew he couldn't easily hurt, so he didn't really have to hold back. But here, that sort of thing would draw a good amount of attention, because it just wasn't done.
“Just because you can, doesn't mean we won't as well,” he rumbled in a half mumble. He knew perfectly well how rough his baby sister could be, and he didn't doubt for a second that she was capable of handling herself, however she saw fit. But if some many offended or hurt her, Kratos would still be having words with him. That was his job as a big brother, whether she understood that or not. Zelos did, and Kray gave him a quick, understanding look.
“Bacon sounds great.” This was said a bit louder, because he'd intended for his siblings to hear this comment. As they started moving towards one of the hotels, hopefully the right one, Kratos mentally prepared himself, took a deep breath, and finally just spit it out. “After breakfast, though, I think I'm heading home.”