He smiled to match, but it had a rueful edge. 'Anything' seemed like a dangerous concept in this place.
Giving carte blanch to a genetically modified teenage male who considered discarded hot dogs fine dining probably wasn't a great idea. He picked a carton from the fridge, based on amount of food rather than contents, and popped the lid, seeming perfectly content to eat with his hands.
"I don-" Tobias paused to swallow- apparently at least 'don't speak with your mouth full' stuck. "I don't know how much help I could be, but I can try." He shrugged, already considering himself committed to a night of filing papers or whatever Mia had thought of to ask him to do. He owed her that much.