I eat plenty enough, thank-you. I'm just...tall, okay? Food goes down easy. [ And it's great for his waistline! He's got like, five more years before all of that becomes unkind to him and his metabolism peters out, let him enjoy the fact that he gets to binge on ice cream as a hobby. As soon as exercise becomes a necessity he's screwed. ]

For the record I will actually. S-send a pie with you, just in case. That guy is mildly terrifying when he's in a bad mood. To put it lightly.