“But–” Slapping a hand to his own stomach, he presses, wishful thinking telling him this situation should favour him instead, “Ho-ooongki. I’m hungry too. I think I might be hungrier than you. Don’t you think–”
He edges closer, a sheepish smile slipping onto his face as he moves to prod at the other’s tum, “Don’t you think you should pay for both of us to eat? Then I can tell stories about how nice you were.”