They can fight about family, or they can fight about food. He picks family.

Another mouthful of noodles disappears with a slurp, and he pops a chunk of bok choi in after it, scowling as he chews.

"Okay So where's your house?" If he's doing just fine then surely he's got a place to live, right? It must be pretty great if he doesn't want to come take advantage of a shuttle, with water from a well and a bed, and... okay, they eat a lot of worm too, that part's the same. "Where's your shoes?"

One more bite, and he fake coughs, holding out the bowl again. "This is too spicy for me. You eat it."