It's pushed aside and back towards the smaller of the two. Not so roughly where the noodles are likely to go flying, but he's out-stubborned most things, isn't as easily won over by adorable children as older people are, and he's not about to change his mind. "I'll worry about my health. You worry about yours. What else are you going to eat all the way to July? At least I have other things." It hasn't killed him yet!

He's not entirely sure pretty much any diet would kill him honestly. Food's food. "If you knock it off I'll give you a meat piece, then you can have some protein too. It's not a fast trip all the way out to the third city you know."