Rufio nodded. He'd have to think about this, plan something really cool. Something Megan would like so much she couldn't say that she didn't like him. He was smart, he'd work it out. "Ok," he said, hands in his pockets.
He looked around his surroundings as they arrived at the bun place. "You like to eat a lot," he commented, without judgement. He'd been eatting a lot more lately, the more he grew the more he was hungry, and it seemed the more he ate the more he grew. It was a vicious cycle. "Do all old people eat all the time?"