Ken entered the room at just the right time. Remy was glad to see the guy, if only to offer him a beer from his newly acquired stash. Seeing the guy come in to find his, possibly, next meal on the floor of the kitchen was just this side of heartbreaking. Especially since he could pop bones out of nowhere at a moment's notice.
Remy may have been the eldest in the room, but he wasn't above tattling. Ken had a right to know who threw his food on the ground because it wasn't 'edible'. And he was pretty sure Mr. Drama Queen wasn't going to fess up.
He tipped his head in Jean Paul's direction. "Ask junior dere."