Ashton didn't have a preference on place when it came to his food. Even human food, the kind that was cooked and not fresh and raw, he wouldn't pass up one for another. He started heading towards the nearest place, shaking off the last of his unease after seeing the movie and focusing on filling his belly instead. He glanced at Barclay, cocking his head and knowing his witch meant something by the wink, but not catching on.
"Have some fun? With the noodles, Barclay?" he gave him a curious look, sensing he was going to be caught in a joke. Still, the information that Barclay's mother wasn't at home was useful. He could go back with his witch and they could curl up together. Ashton was looking forward to a full belly and a warm bed with Barclay tucked in his arms. It was the perfect way to put off the ominous feelings he'd gotten from the Hobbit.