He watched in confusion as she divvied up the fried rice. She seemed rather cheerful about it, not... not dismissive or like it was a pain in the ass for her. He could definitely just wake up and eat later, but this was... weird. Why was she being nice?

"Uh... Really?" He pulled up a chair and moved to have a seat.

He cast a glance to the bears. This was double weird. Yet here he was, reaching for a spoon.

"Heh... You're the worst Goldie, you know, sharin' food instead of stealin' it."

He paused. "...But I like this story better."