#the inner hispanic grandma side says no you're skin and bones here eat this and just shoves a fucking plate of food over--

[detectivewoof-a]

Not much has changed in the short time Silas has been in human form around Manny — He’s still quiet and skittish. Always nearby Manny but staying just slightly out of arms reach. The only change, as small as it was? Silas stares, with borderline puppy dog eyes, whenever Manny has any sort of food or makes a move toward the kitchen. / (local forest goblin trying to 🥺 his way into snacks every 5 minutes)

Suddenly not throwing out the dog bed seemed great when he didn’t have any idea of what kind of sleeping situation the kid might be better used to like this.

“Y’ don’t want this, kiddo. You’re not gonna like it.” He held up the angry red looking chili for emphasis. For a brief moment, Manny wondered what the senses situation was like, even the smell that he could pick up on from the chili was a bit dizzying but it was a favorite for what he was currently making. Or… trying to, anyways, it probably wasn’t a good idea to let Silas touch anything spicy. “If you’re really that hungry—”

A short pause was given to go through what little there was in the fridge before he pulled out the other half of a torta he had. “You can have it.”