"Yes, you do. Just because you're related doesn't mean they have to be the family you chose. Choice is a wonderful thing in this world." But he could go on all day about that given the time and reason.

As she holds the plate out he dishes that meat onto it to serve her first before himself. Even in his white life as a hobo he always made sure the youngest got the most to eat even if that meant his rag tag bunch of hobo friends got nothing including himself. It's only after does he serve himself and breaks open the utensils. He's dishing out the side platters onto the plate and already setting more meat onto the grill to keep it going.

Only then does he slide the first set into his mouth and enjoys it to the utmost fullest, "Mm."