With the permission granted, Will dove in, just thankful for anything in his stomach. By extension, this meant that Tuck would be eating too, which gave him a sense of relief. He tried not to slurp and be messy. He didn't want to be judged for that. Taking sedate mouthfuls, he picked up the bowl and held it nearer to his face so that the Sheriff couldn't just knock it off the table at a whim. Will's skin prickled at being stared at, though he tried not to acknowledge it.
When he put the bowl down, he sucked the spoon clean and glanced at the Sheriff. "Tuck will eat too now, won't he sir?"